Get it?

It has increasingly become a little difficult for me to confide with all the rules and regulations of my mother. After 18,I was out of my house and since then for the next five years, that is to say, till i completed my third semester of Masters i have been living on my own. My father send me money every month. But it was never enough to meet all my needs. More than that I think it was my want to save and reach a certain amount in my bank account which no one knew about. So i took my own classes, gave tuitions,skipped meals and sometimes ate only biscuits to suffice me for the rest of the day. Life was difficult but I was free. Ain't that what I am supposed to be? Now with my mom living with me I am in a routine, i am more disciplined, I get my regular healthy food but I am a little within bounds. Difficult for most Indians to digest what I am telling. Because this is supposed to mean heaven for most Indians. Even I remember complaining myself about how jealous I felt of my classmates in college getting more privileges than me just because they came from their homes and lived with their mothers. If seen from that perspective I am still grateful to God that I atleast know that I will have my meals ready by the time I come back work. But then again I might just want to finish the entire season of some series that I have occupied myself with or finish fifty pages of a book that I am reading and then have my meals instead of having it on time. This is where the conflict lies. Because my mother is not ready to compromise with her time and I am not ready to compromise with my interests. She from her side is right, and similarly I am right from my side. You guys get it right?

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