Okay that’s an exaggeration..
I am talking about my home.
I went home for my vacations.
And completely contrary to the expected expectations, it had been an exceptionally amazing stay.
All due to my persistent efforts and perfect precaution.
All I had to do was:
-Get up on time.
-Always say yes.
-Never mention a male friend.
-Forget that there is a cute device called cellphone.
That is how it worked. As easy as that.
My patience did lose sometimes.
But I still somehow managed to maintain my external composure.
I infact behaved so sweetly sometimes that I even started seeming like a stranger to myself.
Both mumma and papa were nice beyond belief.
My dear father, who has never been to any war, but is surely the bravest man who ever lived,
because he seriously could tolerate my mom for about 25 years.
My mom, who is a troublemaker from way back, was way more loving and way less watchful this time.
In order to impress upon my youthful mind the importance of homemaking, She tried to assign me some cooking assignments, at all of which I failed miserably.
She forecasted about what a wretched marriage i’ll make because I don’t know how to cook. And I somehow suppressed the urge to let her know that my boyfriend is actually a very nice cook.
Both of them remained completely unaware of the progress I’ve made in the last few months in becoming exactly what they told me not to become.
To my utter disappointment,
Noone checked my phone this time.
I tried so hard to clean it.
The only point of suspicion arose once when I was struggling to control my blushes after getting a text from my Mr. Boyfriend.
Seeing me so exceedingly delighted, papa came closer.
He saw Mr.boyfriend’s picture on my phone’s wallpaper and asked me who he was!
Finding no better answer,
I immediately said that he was a rock artist.
And to my own disbelief, he did believe me.
So, it was just a ten days stay which actually seemed like an eternity.
But this time, I actually enjoyed this tom-n-jerry episode.