So sixteen - a blissful summer holiday
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Chapter 2
[A blissful summer holiday]
8:00 am— it felt so dreamy when I opened my ey es, I saw a bird gazing me from the window, sunshine is perfectly lit. I wake up and first going to the window I looked outside, people playing and blissful wind teasing trees and earth felt like in mid-summer blossom. So holy, then felt like someone was gazing except the sky and the earth. It was her.
The yellow curtains were opened in curiosity. Don’t know it was just me, but even wind and birds felt to be in competition. Three of us conspiring to loot her treasurable beauty in our own way. “She seemed so innocent”, I utter.
8:35 am— I came down for the breakfast, in really awkward, very nervous manner, I almost slipped 4 times in stair lucky didn’t have any fracture. I couldn’t help thinking what is going to happen next on the table.
Mom will say that I am just involved in star- gazing all night and now my body I am mentally absent. Dad would say were you talking with your friends last night? Or a new drama? And exactly that happen. My parents are so predictable. As a child I broke an expensive vase and then I know I was not going to be spared, so, I hide in grandpa’s room. An only safe corner in the house. If you are scared of Dad, then your dad is scared of his dad.
Aside from this there something special today. the house looked a little decorated. It was also Sunday. I guessed it would be my mom’s friend coming to kitty party. Exactly that was the scenario and new member was also being invited to the party. it was our neighbour. I was going to wind up everything before that I am told to entertain the old women. I knew, I could leave quietly or disappear before being disappointed.
I moved out tip toed but my mom’s eagle’s eyes caught me when I was at brink of being disappeared.
9: 25 am— I am instructed to behave and greet everyone by folding my hand and saying namaste. I am also instructed to take care of the food department but the fun part I was asked behave like a gentleman in front of neighbour’s daughter.
palm is sweating which reminds me about the chances of my rejection. I was mentally preparing myself for the time when we both are going to step on the same boat and experience the unexperienced.
10:00— I went upstairs and from my window, I can see her confused in the maze of dresses. She was taking out one after another; pink, jade, purple, turquoise, yellow, orange almost all colours out of her rainbow closet. She picks a long jade skirt with a ruffle white shirt. She shuts the curtains.
10: 05— I am stilling staring at the room but my mind is looking inside. It is lost in the dreamland. I am getting excited by the thought of meeting her. The subtle curiosity is taking shape of mental disturbances of the psychology. I am dreaming and just dreaming.
10:20— after a lot of dreaming and staring, I come out of the lost world. I hear mom screaming out her lungs. Give it an ear, I realise; it is me. I need to report at her headquarter, her kitchen. I run on the stairs like an Olympic runner. I should have an Olympic trophy if there was a stair climbing category.
10:25—I slide into the kitchen, right at the feet of my mother.
10: 26— Mom utter, “get away fool, you must have spoiled my preparation”. I had look around and what I see is beautiful delicacies: Gulab jamun, rashagula, tikki, Shahi panner, siddu and biryani. I was tempted to lay eyes on mouth-watering heaven.
10: 30 am— I am given a difficult task, i.e. to take care of food department without having even a micro bite of superbly delicious food. The thought about meeting a beautiful girl in the jade skirt had to be rephrased. It is a difficult choice. I am in dilemma.
10: 32 am— I am instructed to dress incredibly well and now I am dreaming to both ice-cream and the cake. I have to impress our gorgeous neighbour but also have some delicious.
10: 36 am — I am taking careful steps upstairs, lost to my innovative mind busy in cooking ideas of stealing delicious bites of tasty snack. No plan passes though, but I decide I want some delicious fee for the service and my tummy isn’t going to be satisfied with little remnants.
10: 50 am— I come out of bathroom, clean and fresh. The freshness radiating from my body was as a absolute seduction. I fit in a white shirt, wear a brown cotton pant, fasten a black belt around and finish a look with a brown and white dotted bow tie. I go downstairs to fit in the shoes and socks.
11: 00 am — I carefully climb down stairs and head to the shoe rack. I fit in the white cotton socks and wear formal brown shoes. “This is amazing”, I say to myself, “I so handsomely dressed up”. I brush my finger through my hair. My silky hairs which even look graceful unoiled. I find mirror to look at myself. I smile and advance to the kitchen.
11: 12am — mom enter in the kitchen, looking at me with the sceptical eyes. She utter,” if any of this gets vanished remember your breakfast, lunch and dinner will be vanished from your future”. She gives me evil smile.
I pose like an innocent child and say,” as you wish beautiful Mom”.
“Oh! you love my dress”, she exclaims with joy”.
Well, she looked better than usual but I know her bad taste in dresses. she is a little over dressed for the occasion. A lot of overdressing, a part of my plan. They say we all have weakness, you just need a sight to see.
She utters,” they will arrive here in 15 min, please be ready with the foods and send the servant with some drinks. A apple juice bottle is in the fridge.
11:30 am— All the house is given the finishing touch. Everything is cleansed and even the vase is set a particular place. The whole picture is set, it felt like the vases and flower will dance as the guests arrive. Even the welcome music record is ready for the spin in the gramophone.
Mom is a perfectionist and worst application of it happens on the dining table. She expects us to too perfect in table etiquette that even the angle of holding a fork is scrutinized.
11: 50 am— finally the guest arrives. The song is played by the servants and, mom and me stand on the either side of the door, to welcome all the ladies. She meets all her kitty mates who had equally pathetic style of dressing. Their saree was too shiny to be worn in kitty party, it felt like a marriage event wherein no one knows who is getting married to. Well, there was one person who was beautifully dressed up. she was the neighbour aunty, our new neighbour.
The kitty party
12:00 pm — The welcome and the hugs ended finally. We were about to leave the entrance but then there comes a girl in the jade skirt and white ruffle shirt. I am stunned for a second, by her grace. Damn the way she presented herself. Her aura had elevated vibe of the room, if not room then at least of my heart. World felt to be in sync and I was desiring to achieve her, like a sportsman, I want her to be in my hand or like a soldier decorated as a medal on my chest. I want her be mine and feeling of having her in my arm brought thrill.
12: 03 pm — We head to the drawing room where juices are served as a greeting and sweets are plated beautifully. Servant serve them both and I am not tempted for even a single bite. Song is yet playing and sweet talks are going. I am signalled to leave the ladies in the party.
I go inside the kitchen, with sweaty body. Time is to be the star of the party. I first let them talk and gossip. Then bring up a starter, paneer tikka. The plate beautifully dressed up with sauce and beautifully pierced toothpicks. The dressing brought a delight to the food.
12:49 pm — They had the started tasting the dish with their eyes. Consequently, their mouth salivate. They have a slow and trilling bites.In the mid of the munching, one of the ladies utter,” it is beautifully presented”.
Mom asks a maid,” it’s your creative mind”.
No”, the maid honestly replied,” it is Rishabh babu’s creativity”.
12: 05 pm — The flower of praises fall in my basket. They are impressed. Mom doesn’t leave this chance for a show off. She utters,” Rishabh has always been creative, he is curious and very cute boy.
The same moment our neighbour aunt utters,” my daughter, Sherry is also creative. She stitches suits and paints canvas very well. She has prepared a greeting card for you”.
13:00 pm — Mom looks at greeting card and say,” it is a beautiful card, Sherry. You are amazing “. She keeps looking at the card. It had to be beautiful, after-all it was made by beautiful masterpiece, itself. Her radiance was power, my eyes were surrendering and my mind was turning poetic like never before.
13: 12 p m —more snacks were served. This time, I didn’t do any creativity but, everyone thought it was me. I was getting credit even without contributing. Again, their eyes were feasting, again mouth were salivating but, ear had lowered guards for more gossip. The gossip is not about me. It revolved around men. The boy, the man, husband that don’t work and wishing we switched role with men. All of this time they had an image of me in their mind.
14:00 pm — It was time for the main course meal. They all come towards the dining hall andtake their seat. One seat was extra. Mom signalled me to bring in the Shashi paneer. I signalled the servant to hurry up. The chapatis were already kept in the dining table. Mom again signal me to bring in her herbal biryani.
14:05 pm — one of the aunties notice an extra seat. She utters,” join us Rishabh”.
I look at mom at that moment and she signals, yes. I am also served and sitting opposite to sherry. it was amazing win-win situation. We eat and gossip goes for the hour but there are we looking at each other and sighing with their eyes.
We are in dimension where we are surrounded but still alone. She steals glances and I look and steal a glance. Attraction playing it game.
14:45 pm — Everyone is finished eating except us. We are asked for more but we both refuse. We both are left alone because aunties want to have some dance. They go in the lobby.
There is shyness on lips but the eyes do the talking. We steal glance, we hold glance and we hold for little longer. I break the silence.
“So, you paint”, I say.
” yes, I do. not very professionally”, she utters,” you cook”.
“not actually”, I utter.
We giggle a bit and she utter,” your mother makes delicious Rashagula”.
“want to have it”, I ask.
“umm, yes”, she utters.
We go inside kitchen, have rashgula and talk about our hobby. She tells she is from Kashipur. Her dad had a transfer. They sold their horse before coming here. The horse was really naughty and one kicked her uncle’s ass. She misses him and have made many painting in his memory. She tells she is a little naughty and love to eat with hand rather than fork and knife.
I told her about the poets I read. Keats poetry to Rabindranath Tagore. I told how I became fan of both. I equally have interest in reading plays.
We exchanged our secret and before we could empty our hearts, party got over.
16:00 pm – I didn’t realise we spend two hours talking but it just felt like 2 minutes of the talk.
16:05 pm — everyone headed to their respective houses. Before going we were invited by neighbour to visit tomorrow evening, to look at beautiful painting made by Sherry.
16:20 pm — It took 20 minutes of goodbye chit chat but felt like two seconds. I and sherry, tried to utter but our minds betrayed us. It’s just silence that silenced our mind for a minute. We had some deep connection. I felt, her eyes said love before she went or its just the mind playing its games.
16: 30 pm — I reach upstairs and look out of the window. The clouds felt like sheep’s gazing in blue fields and birds felt like singing shepherd. It is a rhythm going in my head that I can’t describe or comprehend, but have a capacity to send me to the dreamy heaven.
19:00 pm — I wake up realising, I have slept long. The rhythm was really powerful— powerful enough to make me sleep. The sleep I had was like a hangover which still had effect but have to get out it. Tomorrow I have a test.
19:15 pm — after a lot of struggle I am able to grab my text book. I dive deep in my book but yet book doesn’t have an impact on me. It is, as if, you are writing in your mind and erasing it at the same time. My mind fails to gain input.
21:00 pm — after lot of hard work, I realise, I read the wrong subject. Mom called me for dinner. I went downstairs. I had my food and ran straight backup to concentrate.
23:00 pm — I finish the last chapter and dose off with lights on and books spread all over my bed.
Next part coming soon
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