Having my evening coffee, my mother-in law & I were gazing through the door at our societies departmental store, to see if it had opened or not. In the midst of this 'Triple Lockdown' or whatever Lockdown in Tamil Nadu, our societies store has come to our rescue. It's named 'Nithila'. Nithila has become a household name for us. Has Nithila opened? Have they stocked up yet? For the 20 odd families that live in this complex, its a rat race to grab whatever you can - to survive another day, another week, another breath in these times that we live. My MIL had her urges - to buy pumpkin, beans & curd packet. Oh boy, how important it is for her to get hold of the curd packet - required to make curd ofcourse. I had mine. I needed something to munch on during my late night espionage binge watch session - and today's quota is ice-cream. And well, I can't just buy ice-cream for myself, they say - sharing is caring. Sure, I care about my fix for which I got to share with my family - so I did the calculation of how much I needed to buy.
"Nithila is open!", announced my MIL. We quickly rushed to the store to get whatever we had to. I ventured into my territory in the store, and stocked up 3 Tubs of Ice-cream - two small tubs of Mango flavour & 1 medium tub of strawberry. My MIL did her due diligence - and got whatever fuel is needed to keep the house going. I was content.
What lies ahead, is the same familiar session which I've been experiencing this month - but a little bit more interesting now possibly - Ice-Cream instead of tapioca chips, Israeli espionage instead of our own RAW - it's the same time to kill; the same time to live it out.
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