It had been drizzling all day. I woke up by 9 in the morning. Didn’t feel like but, wanted to help dad by cleaning the pooja room for him so that he could get some time for himself to get ready for office, peacefully. What a noble thought!! But dad leaves by 8 every day, sigh! I did set the alarm to 6:30, but as usual, snoozed it. I’m a bad gal, I know. These days I’m jus gettin better at it. That apart, I had my breakfast by 11:30 and surfed some channels on TV for a movie. No channel was playing anything interesting. It was time for mom’s cookery show and daily soaps.
We, bro n me, are a threat to mom’s TV schedule during the weekdays. She wouldn’t for sure miss any part of the soap in a couple of days. They usually show faces in close-up for 10 mins of the 30 and the story moves almost nowhere in the next 5 mins. The other 15 mins is for the ads (the most interesting part, I consider. At least nobody’s crying in them. I don’ like to see anyone crying. It kinda irritates me. And I seldom shed tears. A li’l unusual for a gal I know ;) ).
Construction work is going on at home. Safety measures after the ‘attempted theft’. Couldn’t think of going out. Getting the car out would be tough as there were a lot of obstructions coz of the construction. Got no two-wheeler L. Guess I should ask bro to teach me how to ride his Yamaha. Though it would be difficult to persuade him, coz I’d brought the thing down on the very first day (read fell off, couldn’t balance it :P. It’s heavier than the bajaj scooter dad owned)
I tucked myself into my bed with the latest book I’d bought, “One night @ the Call Center’ by Chetan Bhagat. Nice book, I liked it. Through 90% of the book almost all the characters are sulking. But I still found it funny. Unfortunately I was done with the book by 5. “It’s jus the second day, what am I gonna do for the rest of my vacation??”
I was tired of being in the bed all day. The workers were clearing off. So I thought I’d spend some time with Chotu. Been long since I’d spoken to him (speaking like in they say, man-to-man talk, jus that there’s no man at all in this talk. Well… I could go on and on about how Chotu utters not a single word, I’m the one doing all the talking, and we still have a conversation). I do the usual talking n teasing. But these days he doesn’ let me get close to him of the fear of being medicated. He’s a li’l wounded. Some kinda skin disease. So I keep sprinkling turmeric powder on the wound. And he thinks I’m doing something bad. Grrr!! How dare he? Whenever I go out he comes near me, as he always does. But as soon as I stretch my hand to pet him, he runs away.I got out of my room. Called out to Chotu but got no response. I was standing at the gate,s enjoying the mild drizzle on my face. I turned around and found this son-of-a-bitch (I mean it) was in a playful mood. The ‘ready to attack’ pose. This is from the game we used to play when he was a kid. He runs away as I chase him, then it’s my turn to run. And his current pose was that of ‘run, I’ll chase u’. We played the game, not even for a second coz he’s too fast for me and there isn’t enough space. So I thought I’d take him out. Well… I’d have to do the chasing all the time now but, doesn’ matter really. So I called him out of the gate. It was still drizzling, mild. I love it. We set out for a stroll. He’d run, expecting me to chase. But as soon as I’d convince him I’m after him I’d change track. He’d have to come chasing after me then :D. Lovely!!
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