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The arduous pilgrimage was over and I had managed

The arduous pilgrimage was over and I had managed to reach home alive, although completely dehydrated. My mother stood alarmed. She thought I was chased by goons. I said, loud and clear, dogs. She thought I was referring to goons as dogs. Wasseypur is next-door so mistaking dogs for goons was not completely implausible. I said dogs, kutta, kukkur. She figured I really meant dogs and as if I were one, she handed me a pack of Parle-G to nibble before I dunked water to moisten my parched throat. I hated it but mothers don't quite understand no when it comes to food. Parle G scratched and abraded my throat like a sandpaper and I kept ruminating like a cow. Once I chewed enough, a bottle of water was presented to me to bring me back to life. Before I could pick up the remote and surf through channels to catch a glimpse of nipples on Fashion TV, my mother hid it and stared hard at me. Enough of play, study now. The eyes were enough. But Maa, I pleaded. But Maa didn't take any buts and ifs. No meant no, she said. Yeah, right, I mumbled and lay down, reading simple harmonic motion in the HC Verma textbook, shaking too and fro to keep myself awake. I fell asleep before the pendulum sang 9. Chapter 1. Episode 8. Click #Amoeba to read in continuation. #NaNoWriMo
The arduous pilgrimage was over and I had managed to reach home alive, although completely dehydrated. My mother stood alarmed. She thought I was chased by goons. I said, loud and clear, dogs. She thought I was referring to goons as dogs. Wasseypur is next-door so mistaking dogs for goons was not completely implausible. I said dogs, kutta, kukkur. She figured I really meant dogs and as if I were one, she handed me a pack of Parle-G to nibble before I dunked water to moisten my parched throat. I hated it but mothers don't quite understand no when it comes to food. Parle G scratched and abraded my throat like a sandpaper and I kept ruminating like a cow. Once I chewed enough, a bottle of water was presented to me to bring me back to life. Before I could pick up the remote and surf through channels to catch a glimpse of nipples on Fashion TV, my mother hid it and stared hard at me. Enough of play, study now. The eyes were enough. But Maa, I pleaded. But Maa didn't take any buts and ifs. No meant no, she said. Yeah, right, I mumbled and lay down, reading simple harmonic motion in the HC Verma textbook, shaking too and fro to keep myself awake. I fell asleep before the pendulum sang 9. Chapter 1. Episode 8. Click #Amoeba to read in continuation. #NaNoWriMo
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