Title inspired from a Bollywood song. Translation: This is my house, that's your house.
"Shravan!
" What?"
"Wake up now else I'll leave your house and go to my house"
And Shravan woke up startled. She will leave. Even after five years of marriage he was scared. Some things never change.
"What the he I mean Halloween you bought a house for yourself? When?"
"What the Halloween are you talking about? And Halloween Shravan seriously!" She laughed off and moved away from the bed and started tying her hairs.
"Sumo if you didn't buy a house then why you were said 'I'll go to my house.'? And Halloween because you only made that rule 'No swearing around the baby' remember?"
"Yeah I do! But come up with something original. You picked that from that novel which I asked you to read me. And by my house I meant Nanaji's place Tiwari Killa"
"Oh hello you forced me to read that chicklit and look here."
"Say!"
"This place or even a deserted place nowhere in the world will be a home to me if you are there. "
He pointed at his heart and said "This is where your Mansion is. Never ever say this house is mine. It was before you came. Now it is Home our Home "
"And Tiwari Killa?"
"Our treasure. Its the place whose stories we still have to tell about to our baby."
"Let's buy it then."
"Huh?"
"Shravan, Mamiji wants to go to USA and after Nanaji you know how she made Rachna masiji also move out. She would sell our memories to someone who would only value the lifeless land. Please can we...."
"What the Halloween were we waiting for?"
"May be see her wear the witch costume on Halloween!"
And the three of them laughed together. Yes three because little Sumo kicked to show her approval.
Little Sumo? How do you know?
I know because I'm the writer you little tricking Halloweners. Shhh! Don't tell them.
Love,
Zindagi.
