Just wondering... Why is it that even after n years of marriage, to me, going back to my parents house is going home.
Am so excited. Have been counting the days for a while now...9 more days to go
Just 9 more days to
- sit while the rest of the family gladly takes the kids off your hands
- not worry whether they've eaten
- have aaloo parathas, paneer parathas, samosas, jalebis, boondi, upma, poha, idlis, vadas for breakfast
- have awesome lunches 3 hours after I've stuffed myself with breakfasts
- sleep in the afternoons
- chat with my parents
- lazily look out of the window to see the world pass as I did over 15 years ago
- wait for dad to bring hot samosas in the evening
- catch up with friends & family I havent seen in a while
- hear someone say "Gudda" and know these pet words are for you, and not your kids...
- eat the mithai that no one else can ever duplicate outside my hometown
- listen to people exclaim - My God! Look at you! You've become so big; Your kids have become soooo big
- not have to decide the breakfast lunch & dinner menu
- have a leisurely bath
- see the kids trail their grandparents like happy slaves
- see the grandparents trail the kids like even-happier slaves
- go back to see my old haunts for food & for shopping
- marvel at the changes in the city since the last time I was here
- curse the 2 hour power-cuts and the horrible heat
- cry and tell mum that I'll NEVER visit during such horrible weather again
- answer umpteen answers about babies - NOOOO. I'm not having any more
- be exasperated
- be cranky
- be nostalgic
- be impatient
- be pampered
- be loved
- be at peace as I can never be anywhere else
- be restored
- be accepted unconditionally
- be myself
Aaaah, just 9 more days to go.
9 more days to be the child and not the parent....
When will they pass....
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