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Birthday and more...

So I am 24 today. Totally hate being 24 but cannot help it [on the bright side age is just a number; a dialogue I keep throwing at my mum] Bah. I have been away from blogging. Two stories lying in my holder. I can say I have a time block and not a writer's block [read: I am a lazy ass]. 

I have news like I had promised more updates after birthday. The bf had been challenging me since Diwali that I have a deadline to break the news to my folks about us up till my birthday. And now I can say I have successfully managed the feat on the 7th of November...Hurray!

I was expecting some drama. A raised eyebrow or some gasping. But nothing happened. When I say nothing...I mean to say that the reaction from mum was all flat [just like a fizzy drink out of fizz!]. So it was 7th evening... Saturday. We both were sitting and watching some saas-bahu saga. 

So suddenly I had this urge to tell her and I did.

N: "Ma I need to tell you something,"

Ma: "So tell na,"

N: "Ma...what do you think I want to say?"

Ma: "How should I know?. (Gap of 2 seconds) Are you going to drop the bomb on me?" [stares eyes wide!]

N: "Er... yeah. I really like him [name withheld for the safety of the person :P]

Ma: "Ok."

N: "Ok? Only Okay? I say this and you say ok?"

Ma: "Yeah. I already knew it. I am not shocked or amused."

N: [irritated] "If you knew it then why did you not say? How do you know?"

Ma: "Nikita you keep talking about him. I can put 2 and 2 together as 22."

Bah. So my mum is smart. Actually all mothers are smart and they know what is going on most of the times. She was cool with it. She of course went about like a question bank; how, when and where was the norm. I answered everything frankly. Now my sister did not know nor did dad. 

Ma said she would speak to dad and Manu had warned me to not involve her in this [too much tension she cannot handle!] So i told Manu the next day and she wanted to flee. Dad was zapped. 

But it is okay now. Spoke to dad on Sunday. Had a long chat. He too asked me questions which I answered. All cool. Suddenly ma interrupted and said, "Manu has to give her inputs too." Now ma meant that Manu likes my bf and all that but dad was baffled. 

Dad: "Manu has a bf too? What is happening? Both my daughters? Please I cannot handle this in one go!" 

We were all roaring with laughter throughout. It was hilarious. I think dad did not sleep well in the night. But all is cool now. They are meeting him tomorrow. 

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