
Part 6
MIssed me, folks?
No, Kavya, I’m not looking for an actual answer. Sigh, change may be the only constant in life but there’s always the exception that proves the rule, isn’t there?
Never mind her, tell me, was that an entrance, or was that an entrance, peeps. I had been desperately waiting for an opportunity to come back so celebrations were certainly in order. Your whoops in the background did not go unnoticed ladies! Muah.
I saw the dhol thingy Anupama did and I don’t know about you, but it scared the bejesus out of me. Knew she’d be there though. So boringly predictable.
What did surprise me, was her confession of her feelings to that fellow… what’s his name… oh yeah, Anuj. Did you like the shade I threw? I’m good, aren’t I? I don’t forget slights easily, guys.
I noticed that his sweater was straining at the seams. Home washing does that to cashmere I guess… or was it something else? Hmm... I understand there are experts who can enlighten me on this?
Coming back to the reason I’m here, I’m so, so, happy for my Kinjal. But, I do fear for her. She’s so into utopia that reality has a hard time touching her. She’s always been a good child, but her head has remained stuck in the clouds. I sometimes wonder where I went wrong. I blame her father’s genes.
Speaking of fathers, I’m trying really, really, really hard to forget that Bish Bosh is the father of my grandchild-to-be. I despair at what life throws at me sometimes. As they say, into each life some rain must fall :(
Baa remains as delightful as ever. I so adore sparring with her. She’s so easy to set off, thundering on about how things were done in her day. Like one of those recordings of first person accounts of history. I’ve got rather fond of her nickname for me over time, Naagin. I recall telling you initially it was all so common. But, she kinda grows on you. Much like fungus.
Mamaji (did he really Bae me?!) continues with his odd behaviour. But, but, but, I’m now more empathetic towards it. Cause…. confession time…. much as I love my daughter and am thrilled for her, and for myself at receiving all those shocked, “you look way too young and glamorous to be a Nani” compliments, there is another reason I was waiting to come back in person.
Don’t judge me folks. I know you love me which is why I’m okay to share this with you.
My reason is Mr Shah. Samdhiji.
Yup, you read that right. I fancy him rotten. I haven’t said anything before and have introspected about my feelings long and hard, cause as you know, maryaada, but if I can’t be honest with you, then with whom.
All my berating and taunting has been a way of getting under his skin. To be close to him, tip toe to tip toe. To breathe in the same air as him. To stare at his handsome face, at his fine moustache that clings to his upper lip lovingly. He looks so dashing in his businessman avatar. I’m a goner, I know. Anyway, you already have a ship name for us, RaaVan!
Much as it sticks in my craw, I have to thank Anupama for my continued presence in Shah house. To be in a prime position to bid a good day to the object of my adoration and then to welcome him back home. Did any of you notice how well I’ve been timing my visits? Rocking up at the exact moment of Baa’s glucking of my baby’s alkaline water was merely additional amusement.
You may think I’ve been taunting Mr Shah, baithe baithaye karna hai kuch harm, shuru karo V baiting leke Anuj ka naam… but there has been more to it than that. It’s been my way of warning him of impending disaster, but will he listen? I can’t complain though, his stubbornness is one of the many things I adore about him.
On the other hand, he can be so delightfully simple. Traces of Baapuji, maybe? I said I would love to play ping pong and he took that literally. I was going to let him win you know, but some things are sacrosanct. And my competitive spirit is one of those.
Raakhi Davey is always a winner.
Okay, I hear howls of outrage at how I can possibly be so shameless as to dore dalo on paraya mard (so many additions to my vocabulary!), forgetting my patidev in the process, but let me assure you, I’m not looking to take this further. Ogling and a spot of drooling is all I’m indulging in. While we can all agree he is a walking invitation to sin, I just don’t do Cinderella. And toiling away in that house is not for me. Nope. Works of art are there to be appreciated though, you will all agree. Look but don’t touch types. Wasted on that almond oiled airhead.
Well, I’ll toodle off now. I guess you're going to need a moment to absorb this bombshell. Besides, I have to make sure the shock absorbers on the car I’ve ordered for Kinjal for her daily hospital visits have been enhanced. And the female nurse and female security guard who will accompany her at all times are up to the task.
Oops, completely forgot to answer another query doing the rounds. Yes, I know everything that transpires in my daughter’s house, and by extension in the object of my adoration’s house. I have had the best surveillance equipment installed. SMJ Holdings is the leading company in delicate matters of this sort I have found. Their logo is a blue bracelet, have you heard of it?
Anupama may think she is the first to know about the baby, but I was au fait about it way before her. Shall I disabuse her or leave it be… what do you think?
I’m so gonna love that kid.
My Kinjal’s kid.
Who will have a little bit of him, a little bit of me.
I may faint in happiness.
oOo
Let the indignation and fury begin 😎
The idea of Raakhi and V being a thing was planted in my head by Riya. Shukriya ❤️
The complete lack of emojis is for all of our dear Shriz. She had once said to me that if I ever wrote long winded stuff without emojis she would take one look, sniff, rub her nose with the pallu, wipe her mouth with it while it’s in the area, and stalk off. This is me trying to persuade her to stop, look, sniff and reach for a tissue 🥰
Thank you to all of you delightful ladies here who have stopped by. My ajeebness is real 😆
~ Ruchi
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