Happy Family

CAUTION: DARK HUMOR 

  

Dear Diary, 

When people spend prolonged intimacy while enclosed in the walls of mundanity, lunacy creeps in like a malicious intruder. People who are trapped in such families grow past these overindulged emotions and are termed heretics. But if the ties of the families and the so-called foundation of ancestors had been infallible, how all of this comes to ruins by one such rebel? Motherland is the place where people were born would sacrifice their life for it, I believe it is nothing but an accidental outcome of attaching too many emotions to a piece of land of handful of soil. I hate my mother, family and hometown. I received a call from the postman who has been made the majordomo, that the early monsoon brings grave threat to the grandmother. I wonder how she is not dead yet, and if my history of misfortune has to make a testimony, she will last a few more days and I have to stay in that hell again. Yet again adults have proved to be a malady and a mode of suffering, what else can they be but to be a malice. 

  

The sharp scent of mustard cuts through my nose as the bus rides through the lush yellow fields, the wind gone bonkers cuts through the wheels making the sound of a chef cutting fresh mushrooms. My nausea kicks in while my eyes burn off the sunlight screeching through the pane. I can see that I have reached my farm and can see my expansive house standing tall, there are cars in the parking shed and I can sense the pain and shame again after spending lovely years in Noida. Yes, I have reached 'home'.  

  

I enter through the back door so that I can escape some private moments in my house Afterall before facing the devil in all its forms. I have heard that some of unsuccessful cousins have had kids so I can just fancy the litter and squalor topped with clamor and ear-piercing whining. House! My friend, how well have you stood the ravages of time and witnessed all the heated and cold moments in our family? The house looks beautiful it has nothing, windows without drapes, no furniture anywhere just an ugly folding bed in the main hall, it is vacant, a few white curtains can be seen floating to-and-fro and the whispers of the people can now be heard against the strong March wind.  

  

I came a day later than others, to my surprise grandma had been cremated. My phone was stolen yesterday while I was boarding the train, so I guess I missed something for what I came. I never felt worse in my life, if this was how it was to turn out I could not have avoided the whole plan. I can calculate that it is my time to lay on a death bed of shame under the cloak of insecurity and anxiety, while the whole family sees me suffer until I succumb. I usually do not turn into a butterfly under harsh circumstances, and you should have guessed why else I would have been avoiding this messed bunch of people who just fuss.  

  

I had heard stories of my grandma fighting men single handedly, and she was just 78 I guess as soon she heard their ugly voices; she chose death. If I were at her place, I would shoot the majordomo first and then drink rose' to enjoy my last moments than to see this troublesome group of hobos. Sorry for the language. 

  

I could have easily spent some moments alone in peace and tranquility but one of the many kids saw me, and he was naked just like all of them, I guess kids do not get sick these days. Like it is the best time to fall sick, modern science can cure everything, hardly any people die of diseases nowadays. My grandma was an antivaxxer, and she caught covid recently thus we are here today. I might be harsh to say this, but I tried to save her she chose this end, so I am not feeling that bad. I wish and just hope there are a few more people who have not taken the vaccine because I got my booster dose just yesterday that is why I could not make it here.  

  

Am I proud of what I did, I was not sure but after seeing my dad's grandmother I think I was cent percent correct. I am not kidding but it has been 5 hours since I have been sitting among all of these lunatics, and I still recognize them! And after being judged by all of them for being a single woman in my early 30's I have made peace with the fact that one day they will die. Now I know why death exists to give us hope that people too shall pass. Some my aunts are crying about the loss, They fed my grandma with stale food for all these years and I witnessed it happening, grandma could not even chew it, she used to throw the food, which is good because she sure was very overweight and now I think it was one of the mysterious ways god was saving her. Also, she was fine and could have made her own food, because these ladies could not cook at all. I remember these mindless aunties loved to see cooking shows and they still think that ginger julienne is an American Species of Ginger.  

  

My mother was a harlot, she slept with many men in the family, so I am a bastard. I think My grandfather is my father, and the one who died yesterday is my stepmother. My mother died. Thankfully before I was 4 otherwise there would be another reason for kids to bully me or even molest me. My father was a thief and he lived until I was 17 so he became my mockery. My uncle was my best friend and he always sympathized with me, he did not love his wife, so I was his bait, he told me that it is fine to sleep with men in family. It took me years to realize that I t was not right of him to have physical relations with me because I was already sleeping with his son and maybe his daughter once or twice. So, I guess now you know why I hate my family. But I was lucky that I was never raped, I was quite flexible with things. But I know so many girls in my office who have been molested by their family members. But they could never take a stand against them because what is the point, because family comes first, and this is our culture. Such a great time to live in. 

  

After having a very boring day of mourning, I wanted to leave for my home in Noida. But my loose uncle wanted me to stay but this time I revolted, I have been victimized for a long time and now I can't have it anymore, there are so many things about this family that are no even printable that I why I never wanted to come back here, Now that the granny has died I will get my share in estate and also my cousins' because uncle loves me way too much. One thing I know is that I wish I was never born in this family, but a family where people were really attractive and not just rich. Because balance must be restored.  

  

Go to hell my family. 

  

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