another day, parents on leave, mother making nice food and father giving an answer to my usual query. The conversation goes like this:-
me:father!how many days have u and mother have taken leave??
father:i dont know exactly..maybe a week or so..
me (visibly looking shattered!): a week’s leave??…but why a week’s leave…is there something important??
father: yeah!..we have to fix up the electricity in the new house and then the water system should also work properly and yea..the gas also should come for cooking…so a week’s leave is for sure…if the work still remains then maybe well extend our leave..
me (now completely shattered!): ohh..ok..but if the work winds up quickly then u both will go to your offices…isnt it??
father: i dont know…well see….
me: but you should go..isnt it???..i mean…if the work in the new house finishes quickly…
father (visibly angry and frustrated) : i dont know whats the problem with you??..why dont you want us to take leave??..children of your age are happy when their parents take leave and here you get soo annoyed when we take a leave..if you dont want to live here..then go…alright??
me: im sorry father…
so this is the usual conversation which is carried between me and my father. The result is that ive to eat in front of my parents that day which results in my binge..so a simple guess tells that im binging each day…yes!!..each and every day
now then my mother comes and yells that she should take retirement from her office so that she’ll keep an eye on me since im forcing them to go
huh!!!..what a life!!..”sigh”
