Kahani ghar ghar ki

Uncomfortable, that’s what I feel right now . It’s supposed to be a super weekend, nd what am I made to do? Sit in my room, semi-locked, and admire the new curtains that my aunt bought 3 days from the Big Bazaar’s week-ka-sabse-sasta-din.
*Ding-Dong*
The door bell rings and 30 seconds later, I hear loud oooohh hi’s and hello’s !! coming from what they call the drawing room . Anyway, i continue sitting on the floor of the balcony admiring the long chain of red ants that are running up and down one after the other to clear up the crumbs of the fruit cake that I had eaten the previous night . I hear my name being called out, i show my head out of my room and find that i’m being called for lunch. It was only that I realized that oopss! i hadn’t even taken a bath and obviously didn’t want the guest who had come to give me you-unbathed-jerk-get-away-from-my-sight looks. Unwillingly, i went in and when i thought my stay in the bathroom was long enough to convince the people in the house that i have taken a clean bath, i came out.
Joblessness leads to increased appetite. Yeah try out , it’s true. With a starving tummy, i reached the drawing room where I was to have my lunch. But just when I reached the door and pushed to open it, i heard loud noises and so I stepped back. No no, I’m not this well mannered girl who’d step back and lose this mind-blowing chance of witnessing a live kahani-ghar-ghar-ki, so I hid behind the door and tried to understand the talk, but hats-off to them , their code language worked and all I could get was that there’s this wicked witch Meena- who’s been playing games with this guest who is sitting in the drawing room of my so-called hostel.
So with a heavy heart and an even lighter tummy, i came back to my room. I checked my cabinet nd found some empty wrappers of dairy milk and choco cookies. Ouch, I waited for meena-ne-mujhe-dhokha-diya story to get over, but it seemed the story was made to last till eternity. I finally decided to storm in as if I never realized that there is a super duper dramatic kahani narration going on in the room.
I greeted the unknown lady and she waved back with eyes oozing outta anguish. I sat down to eat, this undoubtedly was my quietest meal ever . the tragic meena-struck lady watched me eat with occasional isko-maners-sikhao and hotel-management-student-ke-naam-pe-dhabba looks . But then who cares. I ate and went to the kitchen to look for the gulab jamuns that had come the day before nd were hid in a remote corner of the refrigerator. I searched, i’m sure I was better than any of those CID officers, but didn’t get a trace of it. Then I looked around nd found that my gulab jamuns had already been gulped by the guest. Aaah, I pray that God sends in 2 tickets of a himesh reshammiya movie to her !!
Anyway , I began to hear good byes and take cares in the background . Despite the byes, she refused to step out, attracting a whole lot of laughter and attention from the neighbourhood . But amidst all this fooling , i really think it was foolish on my part to miss finishing those gulab jamuns that day itself !!

@Avi : If you’re reading this , congratulations and my best wishes for that little niece/nephew who’s waiting to sit on your lap !! :)