This year’s vacation to India was like switching from a sad rom-com to a wacky sitcom! Normally, I spend two whole months in the city, cramming a week’s worth of family visits into one crazy day, hitting the book fair like a discount-sleuth, and packing enough loot to rival a treasure chest to bring back to the UAE. But this time, it’s as if someone took my typical India itinerary, tossed it in a blender, and pressed ” puree,” because this year’s trip was a rollercoaster of pure hilarity and surprises!
As I stumbled off the plane after what felt like a four-hour journey (or was it four centuries?), there was my grandfather, looking more like a statue than a human in the arrivals area, waiting for us. I zoomed over with my trolley, like a racecar driver who just spotted the finish line. After everyone piled into the car, we decided to treat ourselves at a bakery—because who doesn’t need a boost of pastries and tea?
My sister, the designated biscuit bearer, provided chocolate cookies that made us feel like royalty. Once we were sufficiently caffeinated and sugared up, we headed straight home, practically vibrating with excitement to see my grandmother and, let’s be honest, my bed that I had missed more than my last three meals!
After a few hours, we finally stumbled home, and there was my grandmother, seemingly glued to the front porch, waiting for our grand entrance. I dashed over, gave her a bear hug that could rival a grizzly’s, and then made a beeline for the living room. The moment I walked in, I beelined to the closet like it was a treasure trove and dug out my glorious comfort clothes—who needs a superhero cape when you have fuzzy pants? Once I’d donned my fluffy armor, I replenished my hydration levels with the finest H2O and made a heroic leap into my bed, ready to conquer the land of dreams.
After an epic battle with my pillow, I woke up and decided to fuel my day with a brunch fit for royalty—idly and sambar, because clearly, I’m a breakfast connoisseur! After devouring my delicious masterpieces, I plopped down on my couch like a potato and tuned into my favorite shows: Golmaal Jr. and Chikoo and Bunty—because who needs real-life drama when you have cartoon chaos? After a riveting episode of animated antics, I miraculously found room in my stomach for dinner and then, like a true champion, retreated to my bed, ready to conquer the dream world once again!
The next day I sprang out of bed like a rubber band and launched into my daily routine, which involved some thrilling activities such as brushing my teeth (a wild ride, trust me), taking a long bath (the only place my rubber ducky has consistently employed), devouring breakfast like a hungry dinosaur, and binge-watching TV like it’s my full-time job.
After a few days of this elite lifestyle, we decided to grace my dad’s relatives with our presence. When we arrived at my aunt’s house, my cousin emerged from school, and before he could ask for supper, we snatched him up and whisked him away to my house, where my paternal grandmother greeted us like we were surprise guests on a reality show!
Well, folks! If you thought my adventures in India were wild, just wait until you hear the sequel—it’s going to be like a Bollywood film, minus the catchy songs and dance numbers! Stay tuned for the second part!
The End
Welcome to Junior Story 