So whom do I call?

Considering we are at logger heads, almost everytime we are in the same room, it’s funny how I’m beginning to miss talking to her so.

An insane schedule that we hit upon when I first moved out of home, to ensure I was safe amidst all those vultures out there. Now an unbreakable habit.

Even though nothing changes every three hours, we still have to make that perfunctory call, from the moment we wake up till we call it a day, simply updating one another of what’s happening in our little worlds. Each call may last not more than a minute, but both parties happy at the end of it.

For my hubby and bro these inane and at most times “simbly” calls are matters of great amusement and though we’ve been ribbed time and again, nothing stops me from calling my mom a zillion times a week.

And suddenly yesterday it dawned on me, how much a part of my daily routine it has become. And how now that she is on a vacation, and I have no means of calling so often, I am missing it so.

Crazy how little givens become so bloody valued.

Anyhow hope she has a blast.