I belong to the category of people who would’nt lift a finger to impress another soul.I am me..take it or leave it;is my policy.I might walk an extra mile for people I like..but thats it…I think laziness has to do it with more than anything.
But whole day before my mum arrived,I saw myself, cleaning, cooking, shopping, an extra class of yoga(my mum had warned me that she will disown me if I hadnt lost any weight )..all to be the perfect daughter when my mother arrives.I actually wanted to impress my mother..my own mother…
I was at the airport, not right on time but early..thats a rarity..but I was there alright.While waiting I knew exactly how mum would smile once she had spotted me, give me a huge hug, complain I have’nt lost an ounce of weight,though I am looking forward to all the goodies she might get me..so much for weight loss!!! and then we would chat away while I gorged on Indian sweatmeats.
I also thought of how she will react to my new abode,my landlords, and then in 2 days time she will be nagging me and we would be getting onto each others nerves.She will complain to my father and I will be calling up my best friend.
She was there, really happy to see me.We gave each other huge hugs like we had not met in years when only in July I was home.I called home to tell papa his precious woman was with me.We hailed a cab and started the drive home.We chated and continued to do so till the end of her trip.
In all that excitement she did comment that she thinks she can see me better since the fat is not all hiding me.It was’nt funny.
So she read lots of novels,enjoyed lots of bakery products,saw the gaurd mounting ceremony at Buckingham palace.I wanted her to watch a play here and…she made it very clear,since she is on a holiday..she is not going to cook or clean or do any such thing..and since she can already see how hard Ive tried to make an impression, she very willfully agreed to help me try harder.
The only evidence of my mum being around was the amount of Indian junk food in my room, and the loud snoring that was funnily enough not music to my ears..But I was happy, I felt warm,loved for, cared about,pampered and I had some one who tirelessly listend to my endless stories..yes guys….my mum was here.