Whenever my mother has a holiday, she is a completely different person in the morning. You see, my mother likes to ‘use’ the holiday productively which means cleaning and putting the house ‘in order’. I simply shudder at this very idea! So obviously, my dear mother and me have peculiar conversations. Like these,
Dear Mother (DM): (looking at my bed) What’s with so many things lying on your bed? How do you even manage to sleep on that?
Me: (with cool voice and tone of an ascetic) Just four feet, that’s enough space for a man to sleep.
DM: Gives an expression filled with disbelief, disgust, anger.
I ignore her as usual and go off to jogging. I come back after 15-20 minutes,
DM: You back so fast?! (sarcastically) For how much time do you jog?
Me: Umm……..that would be……..2 minutes.
DM: I knew so! Actually, I think you go out only to buy the paper.
Me: You are absolutely right mother. I jog from my bike to the paper-stall wala. And even such a small distance takes me 2 minutes!
DM: Gives an expression filled with disbelief, disgust, anger.
I ignore her, as usual.
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