‘Ammaaaaa’ I shriek into the phone.
‘hmmmm’ she replies.
OK tell me. So how have I pissed you off today?
What on earth are you doing with your blog? What are you writing in
there? Your blog is viral again. I am tired of replying to people for your
actions.
Whaattt…? Sunny Leone can get away being a porn star. Poonam
Pandey can get away with stripping in public? I cannot get away with a simple
blog? Since when did life get so unfair?
I don’t care. They are not my daughters. You are. And with
this blog of yours, how in the world are we supposed to find a decent alliance
for you?
But amma, if I wanted an alliance I would be writing in
XYZmatrimony.com and not blogspot.com. And frankly, my blog should be the least of
your worries in hitching me now.
"Paayaram parayalla ahangaari" (I had to put it here in the
original dialect. It translates to ‘Don’ t talk arrogance’). I should have been
spanking you when I had the chance. You wouldn't have grown up to back answer
me like this now.
Well. You should be thankful I didn't know any child welfare
society’s number as a kid. Else I am sure you would still be serving time for
all the hits and miss during our maths teaching regime.
You should get a daughter just like you. I hope at-least she
can teach you a lesson.
Ah yes ! So can I go ahead and adopt one.. pleaseee??
I don’t have the time for your nonsense now. Go find
somebody else to irritate. I am off.
Without even waiting for me to say bye, she cuts the call. And as
I sit in my car waiting for the signal to turn green, I could picture my mother’s
face, from the other side of the globe, looking into the phone she just hung up
on and smiling away.
My mobile beeps again. WhatsApp.
‘Drive carefully. Don’t eat Junk food. Don’t go out late’
and now I am smiling too.
After all,
it’s a mother’s heart.
I didn't have to hunt high and low for my guarding angel. I
had found mine just around the corner, in the most beautiful place on earth..
Home!
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