Mysore Mayhem- Part 7

Fatigue soon took over and the night was spent in tired sleep.
The mayhem in my mind took no rest.

In fact, it worsened.

My plan for the day was to go shopping and perhaps visit Chamundi Hills. More than the shopping, I wanted to visit Chamundi Hills, not only for the climate but also for the deity there. It happened to be one of those few temples which struck a chord deep and I felt connected.

Instead I sat in the room all day long tending to a supposedly sick sister. I say supposedly because the kid who had severe stomach ache and diarrohea seemed perfectly fine the minute I took to volunteering to stay back and baby sit the kid.

The morning which should have been spent enjoying a breezy ride was spent sprawled on the extra bed thrown on the floor playing video games which were inbuilt with the TATA Sky unit. During a particularly dull game, the door unlocked itself. On instinct, I pulled the kid closer to me. I am used to staying alone and actually enjoy solitude but not in a hotel,no thank you. The knob opens slowly and oh-so-quietly and in walks with a forlorn look on the face- my cousin brother. It was only when I recognised the face and he had started his outburst of poor performance(which I thought was pretty good) in his tenth board exams did I release my breath.

To say I was somehow feeling shaken would be an understatement. I said a few words of encouragement to my bro before telling him to call me if they need anything while I go down for a walk.

With that self-promise of a walk which would clear the head, I waited for the lift and walked in, still staring at the sad plight of well worn slippers unaware that the minute I look up, Id be in for a rude shock.