Why didn’t the dashing Mr. Kumar greet the glamorous Mrs. Bajaj in front of these people? Weren’t they supposed to be friends? The night before this, weren’t they holding hands and walking around in the deserted park that overlooked the window of my room?
And then her eyes wandered to the stout Mrs. Iyengar, who was being extra sweet to her daughter-in-law Sudha, just as soon as the rest of the ladies joined them. How come? Don’t I overhear her spouting the choicest expletives at poor Sudha accusing her for being a misfortune to their family, every morning when I pass by their kitchen window, en route to school?
Also, why was old Mr. Bisht snapping curtly at his teenage niece Sarika? Didn’t I see him in their balcony this evening, forcing her to sit on his lap much against her will, as he offered her chocolates?
And yet again, why were Mr and Mrs. Kaul being so courteous to their old parents? Did she not see them throw out of their house, the frail couple’s belongings in a fit of rage and ordering them to get out of their house and go find an old age home this very morning?
Strange, how these grownups are….Why can’t they make up their minds for once? Really.
She thought to herself as she let out a confused sigh, shrugged and went on to concentrate on her food instead