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Happy Independence Day
(But Are We Truly Independent? Yesterday I Saw A Reel Which Showed That It's Just For Men, Women Are Still Not 100% Independent. I Felt It Straight Through My Heart. Your Opinion Over It?)
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AUTHOR POV
Bhavika Raichand was sitting cross-legged on her bed, deeply engrossed in a video on her phone. Her brows slightly furrowed - the universal mom expression when the "WhatsApp University" lecture gets interesting.
Just then, the door opened and in marched Kanishk, followed by Heer, Arhaan, Priyansh, and Rihaan - a procession that looked less like a family and more like a group of bored interns crashing their boss's office.
She raised her eyebrows without pausing her scrolling.
"Kya hua?" she asked.
("What happened?")
"Kuch nahi! Bore ho rahe the toh yaha aa gaye!" Kanishk shrugged, and the others nodded in perfect synchronization like a well-trained dance group.
(Nothing! We were bored, so we came here!")
Bhavika gave a slow, knowing nod, the kind that said I'm not convinced but also too lazy to care, and went right back to watching her video. The entire gang plopped onto the bed beside her - Kanishk and Arhaan on her left, Heer, Rihaan, and Priyansh on her right - all craning their necks to peek at her phone like vultures circling their prey.
After a minute, Kanishk groaned dramatically, flopping sideways. "Yaar mummy, meri kamar dukh rahi hai."
("Mom, my back is hurting.")
Without even glancing up, Bhavika delivered a fatal mom-level roast: "Haan, of course... aur phone chalao, kamar dukhegi hi."
("Yes, of course... keep using your phone, of course your back will hurt.")
Kanishk blinked at her in confusion and disbelief while the rest tried (and failed) to stifle their giggles.
A few minutes later, Bhavika muttered mostly to herself, "Yaar Arhaan beta, mera ghutna daba de, dard ho raha hai."
("Arhaan, dear, press my knee, it's hurting.")
Kanishk's smirk was instant and dangerous. "Haan mummy, haan... aur phone chalo, yahi hoga."
("Yes, mom, yes... keep using your phone, of course this will happen.")
The roast backfired spectacularly. Bhavika didn't miss a beat before delivering a quick thappad-light smack on his arm.
Author: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't mess with moms. They run on emotions, blessings... and instant physical retaliation.
Bhavika, completely unbothered by the human traffic jam on her bed, kept scrolling through her feed. The first reel that popped up was from a typical Indian TV serial - a heroine dramatically turning in slow motion at least six times, her dupatta flying like it was caught in a personal hurricane.
Kanishk made a face. "Mummy... isko ghoomne ka Olympic medal milna chahiye.
("Mom... she deserves an Olympic medal for spinning.")
Rihaan leaned in with a deadpan expression. "Aur camera wale ko bhi... kitni baar ghuma liya bechare ko."
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