It's been ages since I've been active in forum. I woke up late, almost by noon, turning my breakfast into brench*. It's always the same on weekends.. it's the only day that lets us cuddle the bed linen for more hrs. Neither alarms sound, nor does pervy mind. It's comfy to sleep all day long. O' my god, don't leave me a day in this world without Sundays. Meh, but it's annoying when you realise u're not supposed to sleep all day long, as the ASSIGNMENTS and other RECORDS await yr presence. Now wake up, have your stale parathas or store them in your pouch for safety from stray dogs when ya move out. It's that tooooh good.
Every day starts frm entering the lock pswrd n ends the same way. 'm not a social media person, yet scrolling reels for a second, then a minute, then an hour, n then for the whole day has become a routine. Lol, it's traumatising when u realise it's hard to spend a second hearing lectures, and it's almost harder to realise a whole day vanishes scrolling via reels. Waking up, flushing, n brushing done. Switches turned off- confirming it once, twice, thrice - fuck??!!!!!! it's a loop, n a chill runs around my heart as I realise my OCD. Omg, I inherited it. My mother was the same. If I was keen on switches, she was on stove knobs and door locks.
Flipping my hair, letting out a huge sighh, I saw the scorching sun lining up on my room window. Now what? u wanna let some tan on me? Do it n leave soon, I don't have time n energy to waste on you. A quick check on my room... clothes hanging frm every end to every end n it's satisfying to know u can use the room to every extent till u next clean it up lmao. Once cleansed, for a few days, u should *must* act so fucking nyc n walk like a ghost.. Not even a print of foot shld be pasted on the floor. O' it's not my mistake. I inherited it again. My mother is the same, and so am I.
Walking up to my table and casually patting my bubu (my toy rabbit lol).. opened my phone. The screen card was a lil broken - it was only a small prtn, yet the eyes get struck in the worst part, even while u're in a public bathroom. It's yet another way chromosomes work. My mother spots my mistakes first and never bothers to see my positives, if any (note: if any lol). Now, y the hell do I have a pswrd in the first place? Even the hostel mosquitoes that breed and grow in the hostel area know it. Still, they don't dare to open my phone and get stuck in the phone jam. Sighs. Same like my mother, who don't holds even the family things a secret.!!! Still, chromosomes exist.
Well, my phone cries pretty quiet tyms, sometimes being my mother's allegory... being angry on me and turning red hot. Still, it's my phone - it would work for the next decade even without a complaint. Turning on whtsapp and seeing status for no reason is a bliss. I have barely a few relatives in the list.. all are muted as I don't want my day spoiled by seeing the gossiping and traumatising status they post daily. Quite a few have their Rahman and Arijit songs posted, and it's just 'em who have my views. What if they think I'm not noticing them n realise they've been muted in my list n comes with AK47 n shoots me? POV me has the solution..!! every day before going to bed, I half close my eyes, clearly avoiding the screen, then flip the status one by one. They get the bliss of views, and I get the bliss of escape frm those meh dramatic quotes.
But today, I saw some different posts. It's quarter filled with Mother's Day wishes. Oh, today is that day? I heard my roommate yell as I said it's Mother's Day. Her mother would forgive her if she balds her hair, but if she hasn't wished publicly in status.. whether it's mother's day or her birthday- it’s a whole unforgivable sin. In my case, my mother isn't that silly, I swear. She rarely has her time after preparing aloo parathas and the bliss of serving them to her husband and her children. It's been a routine for a couple of decades. I don't claim the position of mother is serene - it's always the clashiest, be it with her children or in the kitchen.
I don't think I would ever be able to be selfless enough to hand over the very last aloo paratha to my children when I myself am hungry. Never! (Maybe will edit this after some years lol.)
It's noon. I opened my contacts. On the top, with a pin mark, was her contact saved as Ma. I called her. Some fucking insane lady responded.... The person you are trying to contact is currently out of station. N I realised that she was out of her kitchen station - maybe to have her bathe done.
I walked to the corridor and saw some moving with the signed records. It's the models n my esteemed profs who would make pros and cons on my writing style before handing back my file, for sure. Meh, what the hell do they think of their handwriting? It's legible? It's just meh. A meh, meh, and a meh. Still, it's our need. I won't mind if they ask me to spread over for a sign than to wait hours for them to let out a final sigh before adhering their valuable signature.
Back in the room, I saw Ma's missed calls. I clicked the profile, wishing not to hear that out-of-station thing again. And someone heard my situation out. She took the call. I said - Happy Mother's Day.
Where you sleeping the whole day? Don’t you see the sun high up in the sky? Whatever happens, if you fail this year, all is done, and I will have your ass fried. (Something like this in her native language.)
I pressed the red flag, obliged to wish her on the special day.
bw....happy mother's day to all my warriors here. Cool, its not a sin if we enjoy our lyf, Cheers!!
~Meh Its me, see the prf.
Every day starts frm entering the lock pswrd n ends the same way. 'm not a social media person, yet scrolling reels for a second, then a minute, then an hour, n then for the whole day has become a routine. Lol, it's traumatising when u realise it's hard to spend a second hearing lectures, and it's almost harder to realise a whole day vanishes scrolling via reels. Waking up, flushing, n brushing done. Switches turned off- confirming it once, twice, thrice - fuck??!!!!!! it's a loop, n a chill runs around my heart as I realise my OCD. Omg, I inherited it. My mother was the same. If I was keen on switches, she was on stove knobs and door locks.
Flipping my hair, letting out a huge sighh, I saw the scorching sun lining up on my room window. Now what? u wanna let some tan on me? Do it n leave soon, I don't have time n energy to waste on you. A quick check on my room... clothes hanging frm every end to every end n it's satisfying to know u can use the room to every extent till u next clean it up lmao. Once cleansed, for a few days, u should *must* act so fucking nyc n walk like a ghost.. Not even a print of foot shld be pasted on the floor. O' it's not my mistake. I inherited it again. My mother is the same, and so am I.
Walking up to my table and casually patting my bubu (my toy rabbit lol).. opened my phone. The screen card was a lil broken - it was only a small prtn, yet the eyes get struck in the worst part, even while u're in a public bathroom. It's yet another way chromosomes work. My mother spots my mistakes first and never bothers to see my positives, if any (note: if any lol). Now, y the hell do I have a pswrd in the first place? Even the hostel mosquitoes that breed and grow in the hostel area know it. Still, they don't dare to open my phone and get stuck in the phone jam. Sighs. Same like my mother, who don't holds even the family things a secret.!!! Still, chromosomes exist.
Well, my phone cries pretty quiet tyms, sometimes being my mother's allegory... being angry on me and turning red hot. Still, it's my phone - it would work for the next decade even without a complaint. Turning on whtsapp and seeing status for no reason is a bliss. I have barely a few relatives in the list.. all are muted as I don't want my day spoiled by seeing the gossiping and traumatising status they post daily. Quite a few have their Rahman and Arijit songs posted, and it's just 'em who have my views. What if they think I'm not noticing them n realise they've been muted in my list n comes with AK47 n shoots me? POV me has the solution..!! every day before going to bed, I half close my eyes, clearly avoiding the screen, then flip the status one by one. They get the bliss of views, and I get the bliss of escape frm those meh dramatic quotes.
But today, I saw some different posts. It's quarter filled with Mother's Day wishes. Oh, today is that day? I heard my roommate yell as I said it's Mother's Day. Her mother would forgive her if she balds her hair, but if she hasn't wished publicly in status.. whether it's mother's day or her birthday- it’s a whole unforgivable sin. In my case, my mother isn't that silly, I swear. She rarely has her time after preparing aloo parathas and the bliss of serving them to her husband and her children. It's been a routine for a couple of decades. I don't claim the position of mother is serene - it's always the clashiest, be it with her children or in the kitchen.
I don't think I would ever be able to be selfless enough to hand over the very last aloo paratha to my children when I myself am hungry. Never! (Maybe will edit this after some years lol.)
It's noon. I opened my contacts. On the top, with a pin mark, was her contact saved as Ma. I called her. Some fucking insane lady responded.... The person you are trying to contact is currently out of station. N I realised that she was out of her kitchen station - maybe to have her bathe done.
I walked to the corridor and saw some moving with the signed records. It's the models n my esteemed profs who would make pros and cons on my writing style before handing back my file, for sure. Meh, what the hell do they think of their handwriting? It's legible? It's just meh. A meh, meh, and a meh. Still, it's our need. I won't mind if they ask me to spread over for a sign than to wait hours for them to let out a final sigh before adhering their valuable signature.
Back in the room, I saw Ma's missed calls. I clicked the profile, wishing not to hear that out-of-station thing again. And someone heard my situation out. She took the call. I said - Happy Mother's Day.
Where you sleeping the whole day? Don’t you see the sun high up in the sky? Whatever happens, if you fail this year, all is done, and I will have your ass fried. (Something like this in her native language.)
I pressed the red flag, obliged to wish her on the special day.
bw....happy mother's day to all my warriors here. Cool, its not a sin if we enjoy our lyf, Cheers!!
~Meh Its me, see the prf.
