It wasn’t a long bath. The bath salts did make the
experience enjoyable. The raw particles felt nice against the flesh. They were
prickly but soothing. The rose petals also provided a beautiful aroma all
across the bathroom.
I was staring aimlessly at the roof when I heard Kyo
calling.
“Mad, I have hung your clothes behind the door. I did it
before you came home. So you don’t have to call me for it. Also, take as much
time as you need for the next five minutes. I am starving.”
“Allright princess, I’m coming out now.”
I picked myself up. All the water stuck against my body came
up and went down instantly, making a huge splash in the tub, as well as on the
bathroom floor.
I ran my hands all over my body before I stepped out.
I walked over and faced myself in front of the mirror. There
were numerous rose petals all over my body.
Kyo would oblige me and remove all of them if I walked into
the kitchen like this. I chuckled at the thought and stared at my body for
quite a while before I started removing the petals off.
I grabbed the towel off the hook behind the door and started
drying myself off.
Hair.
Neck.
Torso.
Crotch.
Legs.
Toes.
All Dry.
Before dressing up, I walked towards the window covered with
shades. I separated them with my right index finger and thumb. As expected, Mr.
Sharma was ready to wave at me. But before he could turn to face me, I threw
the shades between us again.
I was done wiping all the water away and now was the time
for the shirt. I picked it up, looked at it for a solid three seconds and called
for Kyo.
“Hey, Princess. Come over here and change my shirt. I want
to wear that ‘I AM MY OWN QUEEN’ shirt, not the ‘I LOVE MEN 50 FEET AWAY’ one.”
I heard the ladle smacked against the dishes followed by
heavy footsteps. The footsteps went from kitchen to bedroom and came towards
me.
Infront of me was a tapering eyebrows and wrinkled face.
“I swear to god there is a child in you.” Kyo made an angry,
but somewhat reasonable observation.
Suddenly the air around me got heavy.
I felt like I was pelted with a brick.
I wanted to respond. I wanted to retort. Words tried to
escape from my mouth, but I didn’t let them.
Instead, I gave her a goofy smile and closed the door.
Having my back against the door, myself asked myself.
Well, what are you afraid of? You have to tell her
someday.
TODAY!
I have to tell her today!.
I hung the yellow shirt back and put on the red one,
followed by a pair of navy capris. Then I barged out of the door and yelled,”
Its Lunch Time Baby, and you Better Believe It!”
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