[Bakwas]:Life – As I know it

We are in the midst of packing up our things and moving to a
new place. I being a “tension box” since 1980’s gave the job to Biker and decided
to go out, have some girly time with my friends. Strangely, Biker agreed, maybe
because he didn’t want a paranoid neurotic person jumping around the house
while the movers-and-packers guys are packing up the things or maybe because I
am no good. Seriously, this month my histrionics have reached epic high. My Mom
travelled every 3 years with dad, dragging along luggage and her truck-full of
plants all over India. I don’t even want to start thinking how she managed. She’s
God. I am not. My brains “disapparate” the
moment I realize we are moving. 

But, now this is a big but, by the time I returned,
everything was gone. We had decided on sending 5 items to his hometown but
literally everything was gone. My complete book collection – even the ones I
hadn’t read, my diaries (god forbid if anyone reads them), all the clothes
except for the ones I wear to office, my craft work, my shoes. I didn’t even
try to find out what remained. Left with a “phata-purana” chappal for office
and exactly one pair of clothes to wear at home, I decided to call it a day. 

And no, my brain decided it was best to leave my head vacant
for the night.
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Sunday was fun. Went to Nandi hills with college friends,
watched “Ye Jawani hai deewani” and cried buckets every-time Farooq Sheikh said
the exact words my Dad says. It’s strange how you could relate to a candy floss Bollywood movie, portraying exact emotions that you feel. Or maybe my brains
just haven’t returned after the night out. Whatever the critics say, I loved
it.

The evening presented a beautiful rainbow painted across the
sky. 

 

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