HEELS UNDER MY FLATS
CHAPTER – 2
Been a week already? Oh, Hello guys. I’ve been stuck in this melodrama-situation, of my mom asking me the most dangerous question in the history of our family, “Are there any boys on the trip!?” and so I haven’t really been noticing the passage of time. I know it’s totally hot now, with both the temperature and the tension in the house. Ignoring that, let’s just go back to the story.
I stood paralyzed when my mom asked me that dreadful question. What could I tell her, the truth or some on-the spot fiction? My brain was into a tangle of thoughts and I wasn’t responding at all.
“SHREYAA, I’M ASKING YOU! ARE THERE ANY BOYS ACCOMPANYING YOU ON THE TRIP?” my mom yelled at me to which I came back to my senses.
“Uhh… about that… uhh…” I said this as I looked around my house in the hope of getting a hint to develop a story.
“WHAT? YES OR NO?” my mom asked me, while my guests held their gaze at me.
“Actually amma, there are no boys. I mean boys??? Oh my god! Why would we, GIRLS, go with BOYS and that too to GOA? No amma, don’t ask me such silly questions.” I somehow managed to give an answer. I was also in a hurry to leave the conversation because Anuksha kept calling me as I was getting late.
“Okay then. Take care and between, how are you going to her house?” my mom asked me.
Before anyone could move their cells, our house’s bell said “Tringggg, Tringggggg!” Now everyone in the house knew that it was for me, even I did. Now, things are never in your control, trust me when I say this, because when my mom and I went outside the house to bid a great ‘bye’, that’s when I felt the heat going straight into my nerves and for a second, I just wanted to faint.
Now what happened? No, no, no, no. Don’t be silly. My friends aren’t that crazy and brave to go into the cave even after knowing that it’s the lion’s den. Why would my male friends come to MY house to pick ME up? It’s not that. But, it was the fact of my friend, Anuksha, being so freaky with her costume.
Anuksha is a girl of normal height and normal weight. She’s not as beautiful as me but she is, with her cute big glasses. She is the girl who loves all the freaky stuff, starting from being mad about ghost-houses till these freaky, torn, short and fluorescent clothing. She’s also my childhood friend and therefore knows all the rules in my house, for, she’s my mom’s second daughter and has always been in the good books of my mom. She’s also the best of friends you could ever have.
But now, for one time in her life she broke one of the biggest rule by wearing a torn jean and a crop tee. Why would she do it? And that too when she’s coming to my house?
“Hey Anuksha!!!!! Glad you are here but let’s go?” I said as I hugged her.
“Let’s go? Why? Invite me in! Hello aunty, how are you?” She said as she was stepping out of her yellow Vespa while my mom was looking at her costume that was perfect for the summer time, you know the benefits of a torn jean, don’t you?
I know what will happen if she steps out of the scooty, I wasn’t ready for another drama in my house, mainly because I know I’ll never be able to leave my house after that.
“Well dude, aren’t we late? We are missing some serious dress-code here, so LET’S GO!!!!” I said to her in a firm voice.
“Oh right!! We are late, let’s go!” She said as she understood my point and my tensed look.
However my mom was never the easy check-point to just cross. You need patience, smartness and good acting skills to have a smooth journey ahead.
“WAIT! Here, Anuksha, have these sweets and congratulations my dear child. Take care and have fun, and take care of her too.” She said as she gave me a stare and then went near her ears and whispered clearly enough for me to hear, “Are there any boys on the trip?” she asked her. My mom’s the best detective you could ever find. I know all mothers are that way. Kudos to them but pity to us!
“Well, aunty, there’s Aadarsh, Praveen, and who are the other 2 Shreya?” She asked me while I stood still and panicked, by seeing my mom’s eyes grow red and red with each of the boy’s name she spit.
“They all will be coming to Anuksha’s wedding amma. I already told you right? Why would we go with BOYS?? This is a GIRLS’S tour amma! Don’t worry! We’ll be fine. Now, we are so late, let us leave. Come Anuksha.” I said.
“Ahh, right. I just got confused with your question aunty. Anyways we should be leaving. Bye” she said.
I don’t know if my mom was convinced or not but we left the place with a big lie to face. I know it’s wrong to lie to our parents, but at some point, when things are so difficult for them to understand, I see no other way to escape such inquires.
We did finally reach her place. When she turned around to speak to me / rather apologize for the mess she would have created, I stopped her there
and I said, “No, don’t. Now it’s your lie too, manage it! If you’ll excuse me, I have to go see my crush, I know he’s inside. Move, move.”
“About that… SHIT! I almost forgot! Hold on!” she started freaking out!
She took her phone, dialed his number and said “Dude, mission abort, mission abort.”
That call and her expression never game me any positive vibe. Before I could ask her anything, she took my hands, and said, “I’m so sorry Shreya!”
Why do my tales always go with such big twists and turns like the hilly roads while other’s life are just a journey in the highways? I’ll explain the mission that never failed but should have, next week. Before that, someone give me water please… I’M DYING HERE!!!!!