Yet another day.. but yet so different.

Sunday had dawned. There was one person so much excited at home – my dad. Beyond one point, I couldn’t bear the hype. For every step of mine, he went “cynthu kutti this, cynthu kutti that”. If there’s anything I can’t bear in this world and I can’t share, it’s my dad’s molly coddling. With a lot of pressure mounting up (for both my mom and me), we continued cleaning the floor till my dad said he could see his own reflection there. Totally exhausted, we got ready by ten thirty. (after getting ready, I had to buy coke and acquafina for cynthu kutti). After all our work was over, we sat peacefully and waited. Frankly, I was expecting a girl with jeans, a small T-shirt, loose hair and goggles mounted on her head. After waiting for an hour and a half, we heard the gate creaking. It was them at last.

I excitedly stepped out to get a glimpse of her. And there I saw a girl, dressed neatly in salwar khameez, with her hair tightly plaited (no coolers!). I was shocked (inwardly happy). I couldn’t help feeling jealous as she resembled another cousin of ours. The afternoon went on smoothly and left me in a turmoil of thoughts. What are relations? And what are relationships? Can a relation broken for 23 odd years bloom into a relationship? Or am I being childish and impulsive in expecting that over just one visit? I don’t really know. I took her photograph before she could leave. Perhaps, that would be the only proof that I’d met her. Or perhaps, the only proof that I had another blood relation on the other side of the globe.

Hope God clearly defines the rules of His little games.

Cheers,
Hopie.