The New Normal

 

I never thought I’d actually miss my people.

For reasons I don’t want to elucidate, my parents and my brother are in Bombay and my sister is with my Maasi in Chandigarh. Meanwhile, I’m living in a PG in Delhi, craving one of those family dinners that have everyone dissolving in peals of laughter.

Conferences over Skype just aren’t the same.

I was thinking the other day and I realised that I’ve moved out of home. For good. I mean, I’m never going to live at my parents’ home, now. After under-graduation, there’ll be post-graduation. Then, I’ll be working and living in a flat of my own. Till I find my soulmate [I still have my doubts about this], at least.

Feels strange.

I'm so pissed off right now, you have no idea. My parents are so restrictive, it's not even funny. Aaj mujhe movie ke liye nahin jaane apne doston ke saath. EVEN though it's like the last holiday before school starts. Is poore hafte chhutiyaan thi and I wasn't allowed to go anywhere. I can't go anywhere. And I know why they're doing this. They think I've "gone astray". That CHANDIGARH, of all places, has led me astray. Ohkay. Like it's worse than Delhi. People in my class there are doing drugs and they think Chandi-fucking-Garh will be the ruin of me. Everytime I ask to go somewhere, I'm met with suspiciious stares and detailed questions like I'm supposed to give them the whole MINUTES of the bloody thing. Had hai, yaar. you'd think they'd trust their OWN 17 YEAR OLD daughter.