Him – Badon ki life bahut relaxed hoti hai.
Me – Kiski relaxed life dekh li tune?
Him – Papa ko dekho. Kitna sote hain. Sote rehte hain. Subah late uthte hain.
Me – Hmmm. Aur meri life ke baare main kya kehna hai tujhe? Main to jaldi uthti Hun, sabse pehle, khaana vaana banati hun, tujhe school bhi chodne jaati hun thand main baarish main.
Him – Tum phir uske baad saara din baithi rehti ho. Relaxed life hai tumhara bhi.
This excerpt is from last week when Dhruv and I were chatting on the way walking to school one morning.
For the non-Hindi speakers, he meant that his parents have relaxed lives whereby his Papa sleeps for long hours and wakes up late and his Mummy has nothing to do apart from sitting idle for the whole day after dropping him at school. The implication was he has to wake up early every day (unlike Papa) and then work hard at school the whole day (unlike Mummy).
When I returned home to tell the tale to husband he too agreed with Dhruv but only with the part concerning me. After all, he also works hard by staying up late at night thus deserving sleeping till late in the morning.
So, yeah everybody works hard.
I spent the whole day in gratitude to Dhruv for making me realize I lead a relaxed life.
I request you all to erase from your memories each and every post which I have written and you kindly read, over the period of last 4 years, about the hardships I face. Those were a false representation now that I consider I can offset all of them with the golden hours I get everyday by sitting idle.
I am also sitting idle right now. I shall be sitting idle for the next 4-5 hours.
In case you are thinking where is the sense you ideally associate with my posts (excuse me if I am being overtly presumptuous), I would not like to seek an excuse by explaining I am reeling under the weather and I am deriving solace by laughing at myself.
Linking this post with Monday Musings hosted by Corinne Rodrigues