Pickles of a Mom..

Some say that the parents’ home is the best… I think that it is more of an overstatement…Those who say that do not live with their parents… Obviously…I do…And I can tell you they are the worse, maybe more like your enemies…And I will tell you why…   My parents fight like cats and dogs every single day…I swear, you just want to bang your head against the wall when they start at it…Even hubby says that this home is like a ‘pagal khana’, translated to a ‘mad house’, and he is probably right…   I know I am supposed to respect them for being my elders but is not respect kind of a mutual thing?! And I am not saying that they need to fall on my feet or something for sorting things for them like how to restore the WhatsApp, or how to check the email or how to search for something on the internet  or typing letters amongst others but I am talking about being disrespectful when I am snoozing by keeping the voice or the YouTube down…Or barging into my room to ask if I am sleeping…For God’s sake,

  For many, a girl’s wedding day may be the most beautiful day of all…I see so many young women posting alluring pictures of themselves on Facebook and I cannot but go back to what was my worst day ever…   On my wedding day, exactly 12 years ago, after 4 hours of make up and hairstyle by both make up artist and hair stylist, I looked more like a geisha (in Japan, they are termed as very attractive women) but in my case, it was like having 10 layers of foundation on my face with a colour which was way more whitish than I…I don't know why people like to be painted whiter than their usual colour…Come on people, we have very nice tanned skin…Let us embrace it…The people who tend to love our skin colour more than us are the white people…They would probably kill to get this natural tan colour and here we are, trying to make us look whiter…   Had it not being for my cousin and brother in law who came to see me in my room prior to going to the tent where the matrimonial ceremony was going

Did you know that sleep deprivation could make one turn into a nutjob, on top of all the accompanying pickles like dark circles, blurred vision, headaches and all day tiredness?!   Well now you know…I was always a light sleeper…I hear all sorts of noise while slumbering…I swear I could even hear our dog walking on the stone-chipped pathway outside when I was on the first floor…My husband used to call me crazy…   I even respond to questions I am asked whilst I am asleep…I swear…Ask my brother…He always used to barge into my room while I am in deep slumber snoring my dreams away and interrogate me and I would instantly answer him…All too correctly, so much so that he himself thought I was faking my snooze…   And I snore like a pig…Literally…Well in my house, we all do…I remember my sister in law once had to sleep between me and my brother and she said that we were both in sync as if we are taking part in a terrible musical concert whilst sleeping…It sounded funny except that she could no