Poker Face & Paranthas?
She did go to D II, it was a compulsive urge to see the lil guy, Shravu was back from school, Mrs Khan had volunteered to pick him up and bring him to DII
II cooked dinner for the seniors, and made pao bhaji for Mrs Gulati's son, Paatti (Bala's Mom) promised to toast pao and feed him, she packed her lemon rice and took it with her
Paatti had also soaked for idlis, she was able to make batter for them
By the time she reached D II it was almost 4, no rains today but lots of clouds and mugginess
She knocked on the door, multiple times, the nurse opened it, Akka was asleep Shravu wa splaying video games in Amma Appa's bedroom
She washed up went to Shravu's kissed mashed him up a lil, played one game, cheated and won
She checked on Periappa, ogled the baby
Told him he only had an hour and then he had to sit down for home work, he had forgotten to use arguments from 4 flash cards at debate practice
Ii worried if Akka will be able to focus on him after the baby, maybe she could go to Munirka for a couple hours every evening?
Or bring Shravu for "study time"
Dad would love it
"Ghar hamesha khaali hai" was his pet peeve
She fixed Shravu mango shake
Amma Appa had gone off to meet the priest for the ceremony
Shravu had come in after, Akka was asleep so he was just playing
Asked him if he wanted lemon rice his patti made, he wanted a "snack"
She checked if Amma had bread, she started readying for bread pakora.
she heard a tiny whimper, the BABY WAS AWAKEEE
she started Akka by squealing
She picked the lil guy up and sat on the divan... he stuck his tongue out hungrily, hoping to be fed... cried mildly and then loud, louder
Akka stood with her hands on her hips
"KUDU DI"
"Akka please feed him quick I want to hold him
"U smell like oil, did u make something for Appa (her FIL)?" warning
"Umm... no I am making bread pakora for your seemandha putran" (the first born)
"Hes HOME?" Akka looked the clock
Grabbing Shatabdi... II crushed him like a over ripe banana
"Paavam di" Akka moaned
"Dont get all motherly on me" she giggled
She inhaled the lil guy all over... he wore Shravu's OLDDD mickey mouse onesie... FADED and PINK
At that time II didnt know any better she let Akka buy pink for him
"I have some masala to give Shravu grief" Ii chuckled
"Podi... dont make him cry" she sat down on the bed, beginning to nurse
She fed Shravu bread pakora, cooked for Amma Appa and Akka, by 7 She sang one kriti for him... lit the lamp, helped Shravu with home work
she was again holding the baby...
"I better go" she muttered
No texts or calls from rakshasan
IF I DONT GO HOME HE WONT EVEN CHECK ON ME
"sam's coming over... stay no?"
"No ka... I made rasam, cabbage curry and a lil bit of potato curry for Shravu. I dont know how to make ur special food, Amma va panna sollu" (ask Amma to make it)
"Will u set kanji in the gas too plz" Akka begged yawning
II did... and left
There was no one home
she sent the dude a picture of baldie as Akka changed him into evening clothes
"Hrithik Roshan" she said as the naked thing stretched his match stick arms and legs
The belly button covered by a bandaid...
Akka had taken multiple picture of II inhaling his lil back and belly
II held a paper that said "Hair goes HERE" with a HUGEEE BLACK DOWNWARD POINTING ARROW and held it behind his head
Shravu took the picture...
She went to the terrace as it got windy... there were hundreds of otted plants, fancy ornamental and flowering
She ran down and checked on her veggies... umm lets say the harvest was going to be a 5 on 10, if she was kind then 6 on 10
She walked up to her own sun room balcony her bougainvillea was drying up in places
She had forgotten to remind Mahavir abt it
"I am just going to forget the baby this way" she cursed herself
The veggie patch was better of the two...
She showered, requested Mahavir if he can make paranthas... he was only too happy as Dad had a dinner meeting
Manya was also going to be out, she had eaten her idlis and sambar she was told by Mahavir
she didnt know if she should laugh or cry
she changed into a Loft lacy eyelet evening dress in crimson... it had cap sleeves and it was knee length so she could go down to the kitchen to bring stuff up
"TV room mein?" Mahavir asked
"Terrace par nahi khaata koi?" she asked
"Sir hardam khaate hain..." he smiled
He summoned help, they took everything up
Half the terrace was covered in grass... some fancy terrace landscaping of sorts, there were garden umbrellas every where with seating underneath
she just brought some Sam Adams out... She looked up the recipe for fuzzy navel and made a "milder" variation for herself
And WANDERED...
the breeze whipped her hair up, she went down to get a scarf... a gold poka dotted...
tied her hair and peeked out the side of the building at the Nyaya Marg traffic at a distance, it was always quiet here...
She leaned on the waist length wall and peered, she looked at her phone it was after 9...
"If u havent eaten do u want to eat at home?"
"How about we eat in the terrace tonight"
"Have you eaten aloo parantha by candle light?"
"Have u eaten on the terrace as it rains outside?"
"do u like eating on the terrace during monsoons?"
"Dad's not home for dinner, ghar par khaana hai tumhe?"
"Ive never eaten on the terrace... aaj khaayen kya?"
"Since we missed lunch, how about dinner?"
She typed out ALL the above textx individually and erased it...
"Aankhen band karo" she imagined blindfolding him in a cliched way
the candles were blowing out in the breeze, the air was moist...
She sipped her drink... felt her lipstick,
"Phew!" didnt suck it off yet... she was notorious for devouring it
She looked up cocktail names with a P...
"Poker Face & Paranthas?" she texted... no typed...
She hit send😳 on THIS one FINALLLYYY😆
When it beeped on his phone she turned startled
He leaned on the door jamb and ogled
He didnt pay any attention to the text 😛
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