Get me more Choglet

So I’ve been awake since 9 in the morning, which for me should be gobhir ratri since I went to sleep at 3.30am or thereabouts. But the cook comes at that time and I have to hang around while she works because my mother is staying over at my grandfather’s, whose all time help has gone to her desh indefinitely because her husband is dying, taking some rice and two potatoes in a putuli along the way, without informing my grandfather, at which he is furious, which my mother thought was very unjust of my g, since the help’s family does not give her food, but I told her that she should have informed him and taken it and then he wouldn’t have been so furious and would have happily agreed, because regardless of why you take something, if you do it without telling people, then it’s thievery. My mother is also unable to say how my 85-year-old g with faltering sight found 2 potatoes and a cup of rice missing.
These are things my mother narrates when she returns from dadur bari, by which time I am ballistic with sleep. I am invited by my mother to opine and of course we differ and then we fight and then she says I have strange ideas which have been put there by random person about whom she isn’t feeling kindly a ce-moment la, at which I become angry some more and list the bad things that have happened to me on account of her and then I go away feeling like shit.
So so today, nothing of the sort has happened, but only because we haven’t had a chance to really come face to face, because she was with the dog since after she returned, while I was talking to the cleanliness freak maid who insisted on cleaning the kitchen tiles even though she was getting late for my dadur bari, and she hadn’t gone yesterday evening, so my dadu was bound to be raging. I was watching fascinated as she cleaned off old grime to reveal sparkling surfaces. I like that very very much. It’s why I like to clean toilets, remove iron from bathroom tiles: there’s a lot of satisfaction in revealing the gleaming surface behind the dirt. I hate dust, though. Can’t seem to get my way around it. I just seem to sift it from place to place instead of getting rid of it. My boyfriend is very good with dust.
So today, I have a holiday, so I am going to go back and sleep some more and in the afternoon, go looking for clothes. If I can keep my head and get away soon, it will be pleasant and not turn into a traumatic, harrowing incident.

Also also, I really like the song Ibn-e-Batuta from the film Ishqiya, along with Dil toh bachha hai ji from the same film, which I have been listening to everyday and now. Toh I was singing it to my boyfriend with great gusto on the phone one night and he said, abar ta-ta kore gaan gaichho? I was deeply embarrassed, but would now like to clarify that the song really does have a ta-ta refrain: bagal mein joota, ta… ta and so on. So there.