"Are you here to usurp our house?"
"Eh....? What are saying Viru..." Chachi giggled cumbersome with her eyes unfocused running from Chachu to her elder son with very much identical features to hers particularly those chubby cheeks and tiny, adorable faces however that wasn't all.
He had also inherited the tradition of speaking one mind without thinking twice.
However, heredity is mutual in both ways of paternal and maternal.
Chachu walked closer to the boys and clarified through his teeth but still a forced smile hanging on his handsome face as if making me cheer after encountering such a shocking phase by a 10-year-old,
"Didi (Sister) is here to spend a few days under our roof" but my eyes twitched in crimples and my brain was hovering within-
'Under our roof'? That statement is abrupt!
"She too owns the roof as much as everyone." Unsurprisingly, I wasn't the only one having such an uneasy feeling, my grandma whose head was filled with white-orange hairs falling down the hips, said with a quite dominating approach even after being ignored for most. however, ...how long shall the wind whistle in the wasteland?
"Mummy, Vikrant's father is not implying as you have made in your 'daily-soap senses.'" Chachi jumped snappishly like an irritant cat defending the crumpled red powdered 'sindoor' that was drawn away from forehead from its middle through the one long white road running through her skull filled with thin yet dense hairs. the sindoor which was a traditional symbol of the man she married, the one who was shockingly peaking at the floor biting her lips, mustering words to justify the action of his words that he didn't find wrong in any senereo but, somehow still felt early to exclaim it out loud in such a deadly confidence, but such a support from his wife, made him confident on his decision of making her his bride, touched the seventh heaven.
"Guddu beta (child), I hope you don't mind such a slip of tongue."
"I understand" I said coldly, putting the empty cup down onto the table, and stood onto my feet firmly clapping my both hands dusting the crumbs and powder of cookies off me, without having even a lazy glace at my (own) blood relatives who stood desperately waiting for me to continue with what was on my mind. And abruptly spun around walking away from them, leaving them baffled.
least, fearing the worst.
however, out of all... my feet stopped, facing the Bringle purple wall, the rear front of the hall glancing my own reflection in that opaque glassy black screen of this gigantic television that's served at the wall right in middle of this congested dusky wall. I rose my hand touching a button from that half a dozen button engraved to its base,
however,
'You are just a guest in this house now.' it was in my head or either my reflection said such brutal words to me? i still couldn't say...but...my soul felt a sharp stabbing pain somehow from the bottom of my heart but, the reflection laughed- 'Why are you acting like this? it's his house now!'
'Enough!' a vigorous press to my finger and the mirror that was reflecting my ignorant yet suffering expression abruptly turned sky-blue.
And, finally, I veer my skull, and my frigid and fearless gazes fall over them and, their face stood breathless, at least adult one was.
"And... I don't have any rights to mind any words my elders say." I declared with a reign tied around my heart like that one around a wild horse and everyone of couples smiled in a gasp for breath, while the littlest boy was ignorant of condition, another the one with such rash words pouted just like another child, the elder of family also rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.
Well...never let the reign fall or else the wild horse will run off the cliff!
'At last, I'm still a guest under 'their' roof.'
(Hey reader,
5 days to grand slap (literally slap) of the 2023 ending is my foremost semester examination and seriously I am screwed!
pray for me,
yours,
author)