“Okay, keep my bag in the room please.” Chetan came from school and straight went to the kitchen. Seeing Aparna making rotis, he could not resist his hands from the hot hot rotis.
“Garma garam rotis; with ghee melting, I am loving it. Appu you are the best.”
“No keep it down. Go wash your hands and come.” Chetan always liked teasing Aparna. He would do the opposite of anything told to him; would not listen to anyone. Knowing the fact that their mother was strict still wouldn’t bother.
“Naina has Chetan come” Hema was screaming her throat out.
Meanwhile;
“Mom I am here, why do you have to scream so much? Your blood pressure will increase.”
“What should I do then? Nobody listens to me. What is this! You haven’t changed yet! I don’t know if that useless girl has prepared rotis and kept the table ready. I will go and check. You go and change.” As Hema left the hall, he walked out and headed to his room.
Back in the kitchen, to her astonishment Aparna had finished preparing rotis. In spite of being happy, her mother would always yell at her for no reason at all. She never appreciated her work at all.
As she laid the table, her mother told Naina “Thanda paani jar mein dalgar table par rakhna. Vinod darling, Chetan beta food is ready. Aparna have you kept curds out?”
“Yes maa I have kept everything on the table.”
“Naina just go and switch the television off. Come fast to serve; don’t just sit there only watching television.” Naina felt very bad with her words.
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