For typical Indian ladies, *especially the married ones*, Sundays are cut from a different cloth. The *ladla* and *ladli* are home, along with their papa- Kanna, as I call him by, when *Pyaar ki baauchar umadti h* and even by *papa* for I want my children to strictly adhere using it. Being the model woman to them, I always try to hide my inner whore. The day starts late for sure. Deadly tension until 9 in the morn, and the alarm sings the most monotonous song ever to kick me out of the bed. Lesson 5-*Don't let your alarm beep for more than once*
Back in my childhood, I would yell at my very ma for the breakfast that she stuffs into my mow as I cries saying yeh cheez toh mere tolerance ke bahar hai ma, I can't attend today's test. BOOOM! Karma hit me so badly, that my daughter is exactly the same way I was built. In her pov, the schooling is damnation and feels as if it is the real hell. On the contrary my son, is studious and stands first in the class, provided none had attended the exams. He fails miserably and his mom- That's me, would throw some epic dialogues for being a looser, hiding my past histories of failure. Its an on going process dear son- you can yell at your younger ones after some twenty-thirty years.
Coming back to Sunday, Its the day when we become super LADIES. There is no goddamn proof that spiderman or batman exists, but super woman do! We can handle preparing aloo parathas while the palak paneer boils in chulha even when you are losing 60 milliliters of blood- The Periods. You can wash dishes while the cooker whistles thrice crying to let them free. You can scream loud even without any one noticing, applying the moisturizer. These are boons awarded only to us. So we take it for granted.
Lesson 6 -*Simply enjoy the way the world treats you, ignore if its not the way it is supposed to be and embrace it if it goes well*
~ElaRa
20.10.2025
Back in my childhood, I would yell at my very ma for the breakfast that she stuffs into my mow as I cries saying yeh cheez toh mere tolerance ke bahar hai ma, I can't attend today's test. BOOOM! Karma hit me so badly, that my daughter is exactly the same way I was built. In her pov, the schooling is damnation and feels as if it is the real hell. On the contrary my son, is studious and stands first in the class, provided none had attended the exams. He fails miserably and his mom- That's me, would throw some epic dialogues for being a looser, hiding my past histories of failure. Its an on going process dear son- you can yell at your younger ones after some twenty-thirty years.
Coming back to Sunday, Its the day when we become super LADIES. There is no goddamn proof that spiderman or batman exists, but super woman do! We can handle preparing aloo parathas while the palak paneer boils in chulha even when you are losing 60 milliliters of blood- The Periods. You can wash dishes while the cooker whistles thrice crying to let them free. You can scream loud even without any one noticing, applying the moisturizer. These are boons awarded only to us. So we take it for granted.
Lesson 6 -*Simply enjoy the way the world treats you, ignore if its not the way it is supposed to be and embrace it if it goes well*
~ElaRa
20.10.2025
