Missing those comments... 

It was Sunday, I was sitting at DB City mall and having my dinner alone as I didn’t have company to share the dinner and talks. I was concentrating on my pizza and coke which I ordered, suddenly chuckling appeared across my ears and I could not control myself to turn back.

A group of 4 people including 2 youngsters and 2 elder people (woman and a man) were having their dinner. It seemed to me that they were family members of two children along with their lovely mummy –papa (I wish I could be with my parents….missing you motu mumma and ever-dearest papa). “Take the salad…you always pretend to avoid such things… fayade wale chije to ye ladki kha hi nahi sakti…!” woman scolded the girl and put few salad into her plate. It remind me about my mother who always use to scold me for green vegetables, fruits and especially milk, but I was never interested for such things and used to underground the fruits into my bag and threw it on my way to school. Once my elder sister shared with me, when I was 6 years old i use to pour the milk into the drain situated at the corner of our yard and informed mummy, "I have finished the milk :)" and mummy use to become happy and commented, 'good girl'. J

But, of course at this stage no one is here to scold me but even after that i'm taking such things like green vegetables, fruits and milk without any instructions. Sometime i also use to suggest to my roommate that she should take the vegetables and pulses. Obviously she doesn't like my comments but i do comments.  (what a change Ankita????) J

Well, come back to the DB city…..

It was clear that they were completely stranger for me but the girl in blue jeans and yellow kurti who seemed to me to be of my age. She had not a nice impression over me. She was staring me continuously and looking much confident. She also looked quite happy as she was with her family members. I felt that she was thinking about me that how one can take her dinner alone.

I don’t know why but I did not like to see that girl with her family members. Holding the coke into my hand, I stood up and went towards them, without thinking. Within a few seconds I poured the coke at the girl and started, "oh…sorry…! Sorry..! Please pardon me I was seeing somewhere else….i'm so sorry…!

“Oho…bittu jadi utho …. jao wash room jao clean karo ye sab…!” said the mother to her daughter while Bitto made her face and rushed towards the washroom along with the her mother.

“Koi baat nai beta, just carry on your work…hota hai ..!” father told me. However, no one can understand the fathom agony running somewhere in my heart and I knew it very well that I have done it intentionally.

“Is it a jealousy which exist in my heart just because of the fact that I am far from my own family?” sitting back to my place I was thinking.  "What kind of jealousy is it?, how can I do such things, they are stranger for me, why should I care......" i was thinking all these things and lost into my dreams.

Finally I could not complete my dinner as it seemed tasteless and left for my room with a little drop of tears which automatically rolled down on my checks :( obviously m living as a paying guest with a family of flabby aunty who is sometimes so lovely and sometimes she react like a cruel lady.