It's been a month since I came to stay in India and I can gladly say that I enjoyed it. I used to hate living here when I was younger, mostly out of whims and my longing for the Xbox. I genuinely like staying here now. Well, I would rather stay in Dubai, when I think of it. As of the last two hours, I have decided to never come back here, especially to this house. Where am I staying exactly?
Grandparents
I know what you're thinking. Grandparents? They are supposed to be loving and caring and whatnot, sure they are loving and caring. I have just never experienced that. All of it just floats into multiple other directions. How am I supposed to explain to my g-mother the intricacies of the internet and a computer when like a virus she has an thought stuck in her head that all boys of my age are always misusing technology. How am I supposed to know not to close my bedroom door at night to sleep as it interrupts the air flow and ventilation in the house? No one stopped them from buying an A.C. unit but they would rather shout at me than spend some money. How in god's sake am I supposed to use the toilet without them disturbing me at every instant. You could replace toilet with any other item/thing/noun and it would be applicable.
I know after my wretched exam that's got them all riled up, I won't be in their hair for most of the day. I will still be living with them for two weeks, but I'll make myself scarce everyday.
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