HOME ALONE #Part2

Again, the sink is piling up with utensils. Thanks to  my erratic  hunger. But hey, you got to eat to pass time, no?  We'll talk about overeating some other day when it's about my favourite snacks. Between writing and washing, the former is the obvious choice right now. Mom will come tomorrow. The responsibility of the 100 yards 2BHK with the un-mopped floor, crumpled bed sheets and obviously the unwashed utensils is on my tiny tender shoulders which would probably collapse under the #liability of being home alone.

Courier wala came, herbal products wali aunty, garage wala Nandu for water bottle and the random neighbour I mentioned in the previous blog. Had I been preparing for UPSC CSE, by now, Consistency would have departed to her final abode! Kitchen is a mess. If it's not cleaned, the ant invasions would invite Mom's wrath.

Head is messed up too, with approaching boredom now. 'I' say to 'Me' that a good sleep would help. I love sleep. Hemmingway said it right- "My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" Only if I had Richie Rich's Irona or Aladdin's Genie or some Doraemon's gadget, I won't have thought of Hemmingway. Aha! Dad is five hours away. Hope to wake up with the will to cook dal and rotis for dinner. Also, Mom is expected to compensate her absence with wafers tomorrow!
"Sleep now, O sleep now.../ A voice crying "Sleep now"/ Is heard in my heart." Joyce. James Joyce! Ha.
Relax. I'm not a connoisseur of poetry. i googled it.
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zzz...

HOME ALONE

"Once upon a time" is a good way to start, I guess. But "once in a while" fits here better.
Never mind.
Being home alone, once in a while, comes with indescribable happiness.

You own the house!
You can sing in your best cacophony when Bruh won't be complaining to Mom.
You can jump on bed without Dad admonishing you for those perennially dirty feet.
You can keep the fridge open till you drink chilled water whilst remembering the date you had your last periods on... Being home alone is when fridge's beeping sound blinks you out of reverie.

'Home alone' gives you this freedom without Mom's IDW after you. By the way, a super TMI. Belan is the most sought after Indian Domestic Weapon. Ladle follows the league. To know how it feels when it hits your shoulder blade, contact me. Hold on. You become vulnerable only when you tickle Mom while she is rolling chapattis in 48 degree heat or wipe your sweat off her favourite yellow duppatta. It's just then when the belan hits you with wireless speed. Also, cheers to the timely digressions!

Another perks of  being home alone trail along. You can rummage into secret places Mom hid the cookies in and snacks that Dr. denied you. YouTubing the latest hots and other 'hots' isn't a hoax at all. Tell me if u catch me winking here. Amen.

Stuff your Tummy. Shake it like Shammi... Being home alone is like Parliamentary Privilege. Anyhow. Life is not a smooth mountain skiing. Breach of this privilege happens when some random neighbour rings the door bell. However, justice delayed is justice denied. The revenge is sought when she is duly reciprocated with a robotic monotone, a poker face and rolling eyes, and finally, a thudding door behind her.

Being home alone is good. You realise that you don't want anyone  but your phone in one hand, few eateries in the other and some cynical plans up your sleeves. I am not winking this time. I swear, not.

Hi to all happy Home Alone-s.
If what I said (with the much unneeded digressions) is not enough, hail Kevin, the ultimate inspiration.
Tata.

PS: Got to wash utensils.
#Flipside
#householdResponsibilty

To be continued...

Part 2 in the offing.