At these words, taken as a signal that mamma was wide awake and all was well with heaven and earth, the brat clambered onto mamma's chest and prised open her unwilling eyes open. "Gerrupnow. Is morning. We gottugotomeet Ayaan."
Yes, the mommy bloggers of Mumbai, Rohini, Banno, Surabhi were to meet Dipali. Down from Kolkata for a few days to attend a wedding. Surabhi was gracious hostess offering her cosy home as a venue despite shooting late the previous night.
Mamma was wide awake instantly but put the critter back to sleep. The meeting was at lunch. BFF Ayaan was to be in attendance. The excitement ensured no breakfast was consumed. Just an edgy hopping around the house and the looped question playing on and on. When we gotumeet Ayaan? Till mamma swore the walls were echoing with the question. We had the small issue of the PTM at school to be tackled at 9am and mamma was so looking forward to that like an extraction without anaesthesia.
So, bathed, dressed, perfumed and lipsticked, mamma dragged herself like a goat to the slaughter. Her stomach churning as she waited her turn. Going through the brat's assessment sheets. Seeing the ridiculous spelling and counting mistakes in his sheets and hoping he knew how lucky he was to be safe at home and far away from the inevitable swats on the bum he would have received had he been close at hand. Nonetheless, a decent performance tempered by some serious pressure from the class teacher impressing upon me the need to get mine and son's respective act together quick. The child would be going into the first standard next year. And that was no joke. Mamma thought back to her own lazy SSC days when she hit the books as she pleased and knew a whip wielding academic virago mother she would not make, so panicked some and came away, vowing to make a study timetable for the brat. And knowing that was so possible, like mamma running the marathon and winning it without pigs flying on broomsticks to cheer her on.
Finally twas time to gotumeet Ayaan. Due to direction issues, Ayaan's car followed our car for a bit at the last stretch the entire duration of which the brat bounded on springs in backward facing mode yelling Ayaan Ayaan Ayaan at eardrum decimating level.
And yes, the twain met. And bonded over some serious mischief. Including pushing shoving fighting and meltdowns. And mamma met Dipali and her very dapper hubby the SRE. And it was like mamma was meeting her BFF too! Warm, vivacious, elegant and totally the kind of person you always would like as your neighbour. The pictorial evidence you ask? Dipali has it, since mamma always forgets to carry along her camera at momentous occasions like this, and when going in for her Csec.
Surabhi, thanks for the lovely spread. I am walking around like a stuffed python on a full goat.
And Ayaan, and beautiful, gentle, curls shorn to my dismay Sana, god bless you.
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