Mum is the word

So I met my mom after nearly four months; the first thing she says after she sees me is, “you have lost weight”. Brilliant start! Moms always know what makes you feel good, they always know the right things to say, even if they aren’t necessarily true- she knows she is stretching it, I know she is stretching it, but hey, I like the compliment, I feel good, and I am not nearly so rude to her- works for both of us! But of course it’s all downhill from there, and within 20 mins we are back to square one- arguing like always!

From “why aren’t you eating properly”, to “when are you getting placed”, to “when are you shifting back to Calcutta”, to “when are you getting married” (incidentally at this stage of desperation, the “who” is no longer important”)- the conversation was right on track- the same beaten path that we walk every time we meet…punctuated with the same responses from me: uh-huh, don’t know, don’t care, never…

I kinda like the parent-offspring relationship at least from the offspring’s point of view: you get to be rude, obnoxious, demanding and act like a complete spoilt brat, and yet they still love you, they still call you, they still beg you to come home, they still think you are the best thing that ever happened to them, and best of all, they still tell you that you are thin, no matter how bloated you are. It’s fun being an only child; not sure how much fun it is being a mom though!