Disclaimer: This one is short. Shortest amongst my other ones so do read it. And yes, feel free to scroll past anytime!
'Aai, aaikna!', Manan called out to his mother. He had just returned from the college, and was eager to ask something to his mother - his the best friend in the whole world. At least that's what all the sons are capable of telling the whole world, an exaggerated version of their love towards their mothers.
'Me ithe ahe, in here! In the kitchen', his mother replied. Manan followed. 'Early today, are we?', she asked looking at his avatar, distastefully.
'Yeah...',he continued. Ignoring. As if his mother looked right through him, to the cupboard behind.
'Aai, why do all the good people settle for the bad people, knowing all too well? And still be happy about it?'
'Well...we accept the love we think we deserve', she replied as she let out a hysterical laugh, looking at Manan's father who was sitting across the hall on the couch, sticking his head into the newspaper.
'Can't we make them understand that they deserve more?', he asked. Again ignoring that laugh and that look. He was too well accustomed to his lovely family.
Correction - His lovely disfunctional family and their lovely idiosyncrasies.
'Well, we could try, Manu!', she said approaching her son. 'But remember one thing. Don't expect. Don't expect anything. Expectations are treacherous. As your mother and a wife one thing that I've learned is, "The key to happiness is low expectations!" '
'Aai!!', he couldn't ignore this time.
Inspiration : So the other day I watched the movie The Perks Of Being Wallflower (finally).
And now it's stuck up in my head like a song.