Mid February to April festival time !

This is the season for marriages and temple festivals , so as my parents decided to attend one such wedding today. I said ''me not coming... avoid me''. So they were planning to go and I decided to stay back.
Just before they were to start my motor mouth cousin calls up to announce that she has decided to come visiting, aunt and uncle included.

Uncle and aunty decided to go visit a temple for the festivities nearby. As they start their journey in their car, I wave them a bye. Leaving behind their daughter here.

I am busy cleaning the cups and saucers and tidying up the place.. Thats when the pesky teenager comes running from upstairs and I run up to see what it was.. She shows me something which looks very familiar and lo behold she is turning pages of my diary. We have a tug of war at the end of which, I get my diary back.

I felt bad, offended, angry and I hated the teenager for infiltrating my private space. Not that my old dusty diary contains secrets but becuase that are thoughts best kept to my self nothing for public amusement but my moments of despair and happiness and little acheivements and complaints.

My diary: the contents of which are general, was my way of letting off steam. I dont mind anybody reading it with my permission but without it you are up for a blasting.

After much talk I gave her a nice Little book to read and amuse herself, and ask her sit reading the book I had given her. As I type this I can see her busy reading an old Enid Blyton...