Main aur Meri Tanhayee Aksar yeh Baatein Karte hain...

As children when parents went out we abandoned our propreity. We stopped studying and picked up the TV remote or the telephone. We had the music on full blast, it was party time and had long chats with friends over the phone, quickly hanging up as we sensed the parents coming home; picking up the abandoned text book and pretending to concentrate. Or perhaps quickly switching off the TV and pretending to be in deep slumber. Parents were pretty clever too, they would touch the TV to see if it was warm, evidently it had been running. They wouldn't really scold but all that evasiveness was quite fun.

Tonight the husband is not home, but it isn't half as much fun... hmmm whatever!!

p.s. ahh just remembered there are a coupla bottles of beer in the fridge--go dig!

Comments

Dreamer said…
Oh yeah! Flashback time :D. When the parents are away the kids are at play. Must remember that when I leave my own to offspring home alone!
March 11, 2010 at 4:41 AM
Joy Forever said…
C'mon, it's only fun if you aren't allowed to do it. Otherwise it becomes a normal thing.
March 11, 2010 at 4:44 PM
Kuntala said…
Raka, phone-e jemno khushi nombor dial kore kotha bola try korte parte......
March 11, 2010 at 5:57 PM
Deepanjana said…
@Dreamer yeah you better keep out for that.. although I think naughtiness by children is a healthy sign!
@Joy... yeah I know, the so called profane space is always attractive.. something that is not 'allowed' god only knows whatever that means!
@kuntala- I am in splits reading your suggestion... ajkal crank calls ar kore na keu, it's a lost art! hehehehe
March 11, 2010 at 10:39 PM
Unknown said…
Hi dipanjana, ami kamalika..bhalo laglo tomar shathe alap hoe....

Tomar ei lekha ta pore besh laglo....parents ra na thakte to ja likhechho tai hoto...but u know when my husband is with me i sometimes wish to get some time to be alone...when he declares that he is going for a tour, my heart jumps in a combination feeing both of joy and sorrow...but when he is away from home i am not able to do a single thing...then i know what to be stay alone really means.....Life totally changes ..tai na...chhoto bela e ak rokom ...boro hole onnyo rokom..akhon aar lukochuri khelar kono jaega nei....
March 20, 2010 at 6:07 PM
Kuntala said…
Koi Raka, kothay gele?
April 7, 2010 at 7:51 AM
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