A nice weekend after almost an year, I went to Bhanu's hostel to bring her home. The three hours journey had given me time to think of all those sweet and sad memories. I felt good. On the return journey, we played antakshari, had fun singing all those old songs we once used to copy in the last pages of our note books and learn by heart.
And then Laasya, she looks innocently cute and I can't even think of the grudge for The Takeover and can only hang around and give her as many kisses as possible. She reminds me of my brother. He is the first person I adored and admired. I think, I am feeling those shades of love for Laasya.
On Diwali, Laasya cut the cake for her dad's birthday. After that, we all danced. It was a kind of jungle dance. Mahesh captured it all in the video. Then to crackers. Mahesh, Dad and Sandhya enjoyed. Only me and Gayatri were the spectators and enjoyed watching from the distance.
In the next morning, I thought, This is the weekend I had fun after long. But something was constantly pinching me that it is all too good to last long. I feared, there was something around the corner and was going to grab all this happiness.
And it did. It was Ammamma, as it would be on any other weekends. I don't think, she speaks like that because of her age. She was so all the time I know her. Sharp tongued by birth. Even if she acts mild, she would have some mean reason running in the background. She wants everybody to do all that she says and also in the way she instructs. It isn't her house to insult me to get out of her house as she did all the time in Repalle. I am not bound to listen to all the shit says. But I am hapless to fight back for my mom's sake. I salute her patience for being with ammama all her life. Looking at mom, I can only sigh and suppress the thought of killing her mom off on the moment.
You may think, I am thankless brute. But my ammamma is not sweet like everybody's. She is unique specially made for special ones like me :(
And then Laasya, she looks innocently cute and I can't even think of the grudge for The Takeover and can only hang around and give her as many kisses as possible. She reminds me of my brother. He is the first person I adored and admired. I think, I am feeling those shades of love for Laasya.
On Diwali, Laasya cut the cake for her dad's birthday. After that, we all danced. It was a kind of jungle dance. Mahesh captured it all in the video. Then to crackers. Mahesh, Dad and Sandhya enjoyed. Only me and Gayatri were the spectators and enjoyed watching from the distance.
In the next morning, I thought, This is the weekend I had fun after long. But something was constantly pinching me that it is all too good to last long. I feared, there was something around the corner and was going to grab all this happiness.
And it did. It was Ammamma, as it would be on any other weekends. I don't think, she speaks like that because of her age. She was so all the time I know her. Sharp tongued by birth. Even if she acts mild, she would have some mean reason running in the background. She wants everybody to do all that she says and also in the way she instructs. It isn't her house to insult me to get out of her house as she did all the time in Repalle. I am not bound to listen to all the shit says. But I am hapless to fight back for my mom's sake. I salute her patience for being with ammama all her life. Looking at mom, I can only sigh and suppress the thought of killing her mom off on the moment.
You may think, I am thankless brute. But my ammamma is not sweet like everybody's. She is unique specially made for special ones like me :(
1 comment:
Hey even I have someone in my life and I hate them too but that person isnt my ammamma luckily.
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