Shhh...Eavesdropping Mrs ChitterChatter

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The early dawn hours. Except for few passing vehicles on the road, there is no sign of life on the road. Mr Sun is yet to put his thumb print of presence on the Eastern skies. The chirping here and a tweet there, the feathery folks are coming alive. But not Mrs. ChitterChatter. Her mobile would come alive with the gentle soothing morning alarm ring tone at scheduled 5:30am. Bet you, she would snooze it. And yes she does!

Murmuring the same line, that she had been saying since ages, “How can it be 5:30? I just slept half an hour before!”, she turns to the other side. Pulls the bed cover from her better half and snuggles in. ‘Oh come on Mrs. ChitterChatter, you had been asleep for good eight hours. Get up. And no morning drama please’, you would say, if you knew her!

Second time the mobile tries to wake its mistresses. And with a great sigh, she arises. She would then sit on the bed with her hands folded in prayers and eyes closed. Another moment seized from the day, she would think and feel happy about cheating the time. She checks the mobile for the time of the day. And with a great surprise, she would say. “How come it is already 6 o’clock?”. Have you ever seen any better drama queen than her who tries to astonish herself after snoozing the alarm all by self! In all probability, you wouldn’t have; for she is a unique nut God has ever created!

She enters the kitchen with heavy steps. Time is running out. The Giant kid, her son, would be up and about. He would be asking for hot choclate and she would be thankfully lost in her thoughts. But he is habituated to it. Its been 15 long years that he is associated with her since his birth! He knows that she is clueless about what to cook for the breakfast. The hangover of wintery sleep has not loosened its grip on her.  Then she glances at the monthly breakfast menu. “Thank God. Its Idalis today”. Saying this she would open the fridge and search for the Idali batter. It is nowhere to be found. And how would it be there? She forgot as usual to buy it the day before, you see!

The non-discovery of Idali batter lights up the thought of ‘what else?’ in her mind. “Paneer Paratha, yes, its healthy and nutritious”, she reasons with herself. But where on Earth would be paneer? It still would be in the dairy. “Oh no, it cant be”, you would hear her say for sure. Now she goes up and down the kitchen, wondering what to cook. After two three trips like this, she would wonder why was she going up and down? Why was she not preparing any breakfast? Mrs ChitterChatter, true to her name, cant keep quite. She speaks with herself, some times in open or sometimes in mind, if she doesn’t has any one for her company!

The word breakfast in her thoughts, would bring her back on track and a glance at the clock sends emergency alarm. Its 6:15 already. Another 20 mins, the Giant Kid would be out to catch the school bus. She finally starts chopping some vegetables and would decides to make  vegetable Upama. While breakfast would be getting cooked, she would prepare herself a hot cup of coffee. Packing the tiffin and waving bye to her son, she picks up the news paper. Coffee wouldn’t taste like coffee without the morning news paper for her!

Before she is half way thorough the paper, Mr Balanced, her better half will join her in reading the paper. While brewing tea for him, she will share all itsy bitsy things, that had happened or are going to happen in her world, with him. And as a ritual, she never seeks any affirmation from him. She assumes that its her right that he has to nod in agreement with her on the issues related to home or social front! That way, Mrs ChitterChatter is true blue blooded “Home Minister”!

Once the dumping of the information is over, she now has the mammoth task of getting the Innocent Baby, her daughter up and about. After much of cajoling and coaxing, she starts assuming the Durga Avatar! That would then be very much conveyed by her tone. The Innocent Baby now has no excuse of five minutes or two minutes.

Mrs ChitterChatter has a great parallel processing unit in her brain. All the while getting up the little one, she instructs the cook about the meals to be prepared, prods her better half to hurry up and join her at the table for the breakfast. At the same time, she is tiding up her already tidy home… no jokes here! She loves to see her house in order and finds mess as something difficult to handle. But you know what, most of the days you would find her house a little messy. And if it stretches for many days together, you would find her consoling herself by saying, “This is our home and not the 5 star hotel. Let it be. The mess is part of my house and it will be!” You just cant beat Mrs ChitterChatter on this count…can you?

Mrs Chitterchatter is great optimist of sorts. Have you seen her at the Yoga sessions? She tries her best to reach up to her toe while performing regular stretches. And when the toe doesn’t seem to be in reach, she would start talking with benign toe. “Please come back a little bit. See I cant reach you. You should also come half way, isn’t it?”, she would say. The toe fails to understand the language and she makes faces at him and leaves it where it was and goes ahead with another “asana”. The only 'asana' she enjoys doing is none other than, “Shavasana”!!!!

As her day nears the half mark, she realises that she has the bubbling thought in her mind which is about to burst. Before the sheer energy fizzles out of it, she starts conversation with her laptop. The only culprit at times would be the net connection. The flickering, dancing green bulbs on the wi fi router assure her the company of beloved “net”.  She occasionally sends the flying kisses in the direction of the wi fi router for letting her continue her romance with her thought!

Listening to the stories of the day well spent at the school and the office marks the end of the day for her. And you will see her hurrying up every one for dinner and call it a day. At the end of the day, here she would be again on the bed, with folded hands in prayer. She now thanks God dearest for the sweet and sour day and asks Him to help her get up at the right time the next day!

And next day, what would happen?….For that go to the beginning of the post! It’s a never ending loop of life and joy for Mrs ChitterChatter!!! How about you?

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