"No! No! No! We are going by train!" I shouted.
Ameera,mom and everyone; all of us are debating that by which mean we are going to travel. They all are saying by air and me,by train.
"But it will take less time." Mom reasoned.
"But train will be fun! Gup shup,games, scenarios, pleaseeeeee." I joined my hands I looked at her "Ameera.Train is fun flights are boring. "
She smiled "Yeah right!" And jumped of the chair putting hers arms on my shoulder.
"Are." My mom looked at her in disbelief "Milgaye dono phir! Ab kiski chalne wali hai." She shook her head and declared that we are going by train.
We laughed and high fived "Full on masti!"
I sat with my laptop and booked 5 tickets to Mumbai,day after tomorrow.
"Bhai is on skype!" I announced.
"Hey! Kya haal?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows at us.
"Just booked the tickets!" I clapped my hands like a kid.
"Hola!" Ameera shouted peeping over my shoulder.
"Churail, tu bhi yahi hai?" He made a disgusted face,Ameera pouted and we laughed. They never miss a chance to fight!
"Kaisa hai mera baccha?" Mom asked coming in the frame.
"Main thik hu ammi,aap kaisi hain?" He asked.
"Main bhi thik hu."
"Aunty bhi hai." I said moving the laptop in her direction.
"Assalam Alaikum" he greeted.
"Walaikum As Salaam. Khairiyat meri jaan"
"Jii.Mubarak ho." He congratulated her on Ameera's success.
Oh God! Itni urdu...maine toh marjana hai. I don't follow a particular language, I can use four different languages in a single sentences. I laughed at my thoughts then I heard my brother saying "Shaanu and I have decided to throw party when we will come back." He told us.
"That's great!" Ameera and I cheered together.
Party!!!
"Where's Shimara?" He asked about bhabhi.
"Went to see her newborn nephew and your kids are at tuition. " I said before he asked.
" I will call when everyone will be at home,okay?" I asked and he nodded. We bid bye and then shut the laptop.
Ameera and aunty left after awhile. Papa came back with Chinese cuisine.
"Chinese!" I jumped like a kid. My favorite. Ah! That spicy smell. My stomach started grumbling.
"Ummm! Bhook lag gayi...jaldi..." I cried.
"Celebration baki tha." He said and then looked at me "Let me get a seat girl! Packet dekhte hi bhook lagi, bhook lagi." And kept the packet on kitchen's slap. I sat there folding my arms over my chest and pouting like a kid.
After 10 min Mom heated up the dishes and served everyone. "Chicken Momo!" Arisha took one from my plate.
"That's mine!" I snatched back.
"Titu dona!" She pouted. I shook my head "Chup chap spring roll khao." I pointed at her plate. No sharing please!
"Ammi Dadi,dekhien na." She pouted.
"Warisha." She gave me 'grow up' wala look. I stuck out my tongue at Arisha and tossed one momo on her plate "Take! Waise bhi nazar laga di hogi."
My mom shook her head at me giving a disapproving look.
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