I am confused about my sexuality. If you have any such story to share, do send it to us at soulcurry timesinternet. While I made fun of my mother's obsessive cleaning my entire life, I realised I have become just like her! TNN Apr 21, , The ceramic duo looked like they had tumbled out of an Enid Blyton novel. Instead of sitting daintily, on a prim and proper British family's high tea table adorned with muffins and croissants, they were stuck in front of my dad, who was at present, viciously murdering a fluffy, vegetable-stuffed omelette, with his fork and knife.
I was appalled at the way he was vigorously shaking the teddies for a generous dose of salt and pepper on his already sodium-overdosed, deep-fried egg. My father put down the shakers momentarily and gave me a dubious stare. My mother just ignored me, as always. When I returned home from school the next day, I observed that mom had washed and put away the shakers in her kitchen cabinet. I hurriedly opened the cabinet doors and smelt the shakers to ensure that they were thoroughly clean.
Satisfied with the odour that wafted up my nostrils, I walked into my parents' bedroom and planted a huge sloppy, wet kiss on my mother's cheek. Fast forward to present day, I am much married and have set up a house of my own. The very first curio set I had put up in my house were the teddy bear shakers. There is almost always a single teardrop, which fills up inadvertently in the corner of my eye each time I clean them.
My sofa cushions eerily resemble my mother's. I am endlessly wiping and dusting my house from top to bottom, all day, every day. And my kitchen counters, sparkle like diamonds. If you stare at them long enough, you can see your face reflecting right back at you. While I made fun of my mother's obsessive cleaning my entire life, I realise I have become just like her. I have always been the most punctual person in my class, office and among my group of friends.
I deliver promises even before I can make them. Once I have made up my mind on getting a task done, I will do it faster than the spandex-wearing superhero Flash. My punctuality annoys people. My habit of getting things done faster than I can think about it irritates my husband. But I cannot help it. I am my father's daughter. I am a stickler for routine.
We are restless beings, my father and I, but we are disciplined restless beings. There is always a method to our calculated madness. Our parents try their best to inculcate excellent habits in us. So, the question is, are we ready to face the world all by ourselves with these values ingrained within us, subconsciously? I would like to believe, yes with a generous dose of "occasional" babying from mom and dad, of course.
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