Love-Hate-Love!
Yes! That’s what it is. My relationship with two people in the world who I can always take for granted, who will never say no. Who complained when I was a lazy bum, and now complains when I am not. Parents! People I fight with at regular intervals, shout at for no reason at all (okay, my mood swing is the culprit), disobey only to obey later, pout at to get things done my way…love, hate, argue, threaten…and love more. Having tasted life in a different city for quite some time now, I start feeling a little uncomfortable when asked to spend more than a certain period of time at home. Two weeks is my limit, after which I start feeling restless. The taste of independence did that to me. ‘I like living alone’ is what I have to say to the many relocation offers. My assumed responsibility lies in visiting home once every two/ three months, daily hour-long calls, and other such small things. Thinking my parents feel proud as neighbors say I have grown up to be a responsible daughter...