I,
ashamedly, admit that I have zero experience in running a home, like a perfect
house manager. Yes, I am married, yet, I'm, circumstantially, in an internship
phase. My husband lived in a country abroad for good six months and he’s back
now and how! The update is that my honeymoon phase is going to be over soon and
I am to start living with him, running a house – like a boss.
My
parents set the arena for a nice practice game for me, when they left for a
lovely, but long (ten days!) trip together. My KRA was to babysit two babies in
their late twenties – one my brother and the other has to be my husband. Shit
got deeper when my brother joined a new office, where he was supposed to report
at 8:30 in the morning, right when I used to yawn wide in my dreams. Trouble
started when all eyeballs starkly pointed at me, like a digital compass very
sure where to set itself, for making everyone comfortable all through the void.
I was
always scared of being unable of holding up everyone’s expectations. I could
never imagine myself getting up at 6 in the morning, having slept at 2 in the
night, to cook for the breakfasts and the lunches. I have never in my life
bothered to make things look shinier just so somebody was turning up at home –
you can say I have been spoilt to the brim, but that’s how I have been brought
up – and I am sure many other babied dolls would swear of the same situation
as mine.
Superseding
my own expectations of myself, I sailed through and I would say, I was fairly
good! Thanks to Google, cooking never seemed a daunting task, and the thought
that my brother would have to leave home starving compelled me to get up and
cook. Fortunately, the two overgrown babies, too, behaved themselves and
showered all their concerns and love. I can say that is what kept the
motivation flowing right through me. I was, in all possible manners, trying to
emulate my mom, recalling everything she did, right from storing the leftovers to
cleaning the washrooms to effectively balancing her work life.
Never did
I realize that though she never sat me down to teach me things, she silently
made me pick up all her habits. Her being around, carrying herself just being
her, was an inspiration enough to steal a glance and check what’s keeping her
busy. The zeal of starting a task, even if cooking, was infectious enough to
grab everyone’s attention at home.
Things
were right there on the subconscious level, just they were dug up and pulled
out now. I am glad I managed to run the show and keep everyone entertained for
the ten days they weren’t here – though inside, I was striking dates off
waiting for their return. Life all this while has, undoubtedly, moved at snail
pace, yet the feeling of having accomplished an elephantine task lifts me two
feet above the ground. When they were back, I seemed to, in my mind, hand
things over to her as a mother-in-law does to her newly wed daughter-in-law; I
wished to thank her for teaching me the ways of life, but something inside
pulled me back – I am sure she would have said her aura needed to be thanked.
