- PARENTS / FAMILY ✨- (RANT)
5:30 pm .
My mother calls me from the other room and says "Chai bana de" .
While she scrolls down her Facebook wall, reacting to the pictures of her long lost cousins, my father opens you tube and thanks to the previous searches he comes across some Shabad and plays it.
Now since he knows how to split the screen, he opens WhatsApp on the other screen and forwards a joke in our 'FAMILY' group, of people whom we have never met or seen in years but yes are connected through WhatsApp.
I stand near the gas stove listening to the gurbani that my father plays next on you tube.
It's a daily routine in our Arora Family now.
Every evening we have our evening tea together while the peaceful soul touching Shabad / Gurbani plays in the background.
There is some magic in devotional songs. I am not an atheist but I never understood the idea of singing loudly at the top of our voice to please god.
But I changed my mind once my father started playing bhajans in the morning and gurbani in the evening. They are so full of positive vibes that once I listen to them carefully, they fill me up with so much positivity and peace that I forget about everything wrong that's been happening with me.
I sit there in front of them while they, 60s-70s kids (yes they are) are all busy on their phones.
My mother asks me how to upload pictures on WhatsApp stories for the hundredth time while my father, for the thousandth time asks me how to download a video directly from YouTube.
Tbh, it does annoy me a little bit when they ask the same question again ,and again but I answer them (trying to not lose my patience) because I know they were the ones who once answered to all my stupid absurd questions like what are the shining things in the sky, or why does moon follow us in the car, or how babies are formed:p
It might have taken several days for my parents to make me cram all the poems by repeating them again and again in front of me or just writing the letter a, I remember my mother used to sit with an eraser in her hand and would rub the letters again and again until I wrote them perfectly. (Continued in comments ⬇⬇)