Yesterday evening, the three of us were trying to get work done.
R was doing her cutting, RD was hanging clothes and I was trying to get dinner in place.
Just then, RD called out.
RM, come and look at this girl of ours, she is so fit!
I rolling my eyes, went out of the kitchen.
R was doing a hand walk with RD holding her legs.
RM: Oh great
RD gushes as usual: She is so fit yaar, RM, so much better than you and me.
Obviously, I consider myself very fit *vanity and all that eh?*
RM: Le, ussmein kya hai, even I can do this…
RM: Of course
RD: Okay then do it
RD: if you think you can do it, then show me how
RM: But, but..you need to hold my feet
RD: Yes, I will
And he picks up my feet…(The guy didn’t sweep me off my feet romantically, but he at least manages to pick up my feet properly, literally, eh?)
And I start walking on my hands...I do two steps and bang I fall down
RD looks at me triumphantly
RM: Well you are not pushing me properly
RD: I am not pushing R..she is just walking by herself, I am only supporting her legs
RM: Bah! I am trying again
And the guy has the patience to pick up my feet again and again bam I fall
R is on the sidelines laughing away to glory and telling me, Amma you can do it….
I concede defeat.
RD is triumphant and I REALLY NEED TO GET FIT!!!