Saturday 11.00 pm, With great difficulty i opened my eyes. Feeling very hungry,I have to make breakfast. There is not much stuff in the fridge, have to shop. For that i have to get up, take bath. I looked at the window, and its raining outside. There is no umbrella at home. Oh god! Back to sleep.
12.00 pm, Cud not sleep anymore, finally got up. Scanned the fridge, There is no juice, eggs tray is empty....there is milk...with a smile on face, poured the milked into a glass n microwaved....Oh god! milk is gone bad.
Fash back.........
Mom: Breakfast is ready on the dinning table, please come n eat. I am busy in kitchen.
Me: mummy, its nag's interview on TV, how can i miss it. I will have it later.
Mom: Eat it while u watch TV, u shud have it when its hot.
Me: mummy please get it here naa. pleeeeeeeeeeeeease
Mom: Eat it fast, i will get another dosa in a min.
Me: Dosa again! mummy cant u make something else
Mom: Its onion dosa. Yesterday u said u like onion dosa, thats y i made it, finish it fast.
Me: I hate this chatni.
Mom: Here, another one.
Me: mummy i cant have another one of this stupid dosa.
Mom: Shall i make ukma?
Me: Yuck! I hate Ukma. I am full
Mom: Eat one more dosa. You are not eating properly. Look at ur sis, she had 4 dosas.
Me: Oh my god, u force me to do all the things i dont like. I know when i am full. I am not kid.
Now i know y god has sent me to this great place all alone.
Tring...Tring....(Phonez ringing)....Hello
" hello sweety naana, ela unnavu?"
Mom's voice is as sweet as honey. I feel so happy talking to my parents.
I think people realize true value of few things when it is not with them than when it is with them.
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