India woke up to realise that her summer vacations had begun. She got out from her bed and went for breakfast. The walk from her room to the Family room must have seemed endless as her thinking cap was tightly perched on her head. Her thoughts were so deep she was bright red……She was wondering on how to spend her nine weeks holidays with her sisters and mum, she was fast asleep dreaming at the kitchen table whilst her mouth was dribbling to one side the chocolate tinged milk, when a loud and piercing voice reminded her to finish her breakfast fast. India!!!!!!!!!!……..Mum, screamed….India screamed back and went back to her dreamy vacation………….
She spent the entire day questioning Charlize and Jayda on where the family would go to for their yearly pilgrimage, a ritual that was always dampened by the never sure where to go and how long to go for….Soon the doorbell rang and yes it was me, pappi, the man that would be questioned and re-questioned about the trip that would be…….
As I sat at the table the silence that succumbed the room was greater than the suspense in any of Alfred Hitchcock’s films, the shower scene was just around the corner at the Bates Motel. all of sudden the squeakiest of voice sounded, the first word was very soft, it trembled, almost scared. Pappi, where are going on vacation this year?……….. my blood started to boil, the headache that seemed gone was back, pounding heavier and heavier, my nightmare had begun…………
I got up from my chair, I excused my self from the table and went to the bathroom where I took a long hard look at my self in the mirror and then proceeded to wash my face with icy cold water…..Yeah right !!!! cold water in Dubai…any way, I washed my face, took a long breath and then told her she would need to wait as I had not decided yet where we would be heading, if only just for a week…..
The following three days seemed never ending and at the same time, day turned into night and vice-versa….But I had done it I had booked a week in Phuket…….
The Vacation begins