A dash of Pepper…

…with a splash of Mint

Misty affairs

Posted by Pepper on July 15, 2014

It was a rainy night. With no shelter in sight, the sister and I were getting drenched to the bone. No cab agreed to take us home. To add to our woes, every passing vehicle was splashing us with such ferocity, we were soaked until our waist. Finally, after much imploring and pleading, a cab driver agreed to take us. After shoving our wet and grumpy selves into the taxi, the sister and I slumped into our seats.

Neither of us were upto any conversation, so it was a silent ride. Since the rain was pelting down in full force, I rolled up the windows. The stormy rain coupled with foggy roads was making the windows mist. Watching a thick layer of mist settle on glass gives me great joy. Soon, I started drawing patterns on the mist.

And then my mind traveled back to that day. This is when my dad had heard of Mint’s name for the first time ever. My mom knew of his existence, since she knows names of most of my friends. Including the ones I am not really in touch with. I don’t usually tell my dad such obscure details of my life because he never remembers them. So Mint’s name had never been mentioned in his presence. And since Mint was ‘just another friend’ back then, there had been no occasion or opportunity for his name to be brought up in dad’s presence.

One day, I had stepped into the shower after having some random conversation online with Mint. The steam from my shower had made the bathroom mirror misty. I don’t really know what I was thinking. Or perhaps I wasn’t thinking at all. But I ended up scrawling Mint’s name in big bold letters all across the bathroom mirror. I suspect I thought of him at that time only because I had just chatted with him.

I stepped out of the bathroom and promptly forgot about my brilliance and what I had just done. My dad walked in to the bathroom for his shower after me, but he came out almost the next second. Here is how our conversation went.

Dad: What have you written on the bathroom mirror? Whose name is that?

Me: *Suddenly realising my blunder and going red* Oh. I was just doing timepass.

Dad: Timepass by writing somebody’s name? Whose name is that anyway?

Me: Just some random friend’s.

Dad: Why would you write some random friend’s name on the bathroom mirror?

Me: I don’t know. Just like that. I happened to be thinking of him at that time. Nothing else to it.

Dad: So you were thinking of this random guy friend of yours while taking a shower. Interesting.

Me: *Feeling my earlobes burn because of how suggestive that statement sounded and what it implied* Dad!! What do you mean by saying ‘thinking of him while taking a shower’? I wasn’t thinking of him like that!

Dad: Like what? I said nothing. I only repeated what you said.

Me: Never mind *scurrying away*

I remember how flushed I felt. Especially because, err, thinking on those lines was unthinkable. Mint really, truly was just a friend to me back then. This whole writing on the bathroom mirror was coincidental. I was very mad at dad for having such inappropriate ideas. He always loves embarrassing me by putting me in a spot. Hmph. Thankfully, he forgot all about it and Mint’s name was never teasingly brought up again, the way I feared it would.

Yesterday, as I watched the swirling rain and drew patterns on the misty window panes of the taxi, I thought of my dad. And the first time he heard of Mint’s name. It set off the laughter and my sister glanced at me curiously, wondering what had brought it on. I didn’t give her an explanation then. I only continued to laugh as our cab rode through the rain.

47 Responses to “Misty affairs”

  1. Loved story! Im sitting and stifling my laughter at my team table…”Dad: So you were thinking of this random guy friend of yours while taking a shower. Interesting.” That’s epic!

    Btw, i think it was ur subconscious writing the name, not a coincidence 😉

  2. Boiling said

    BTW is that AC remote fixed?

  3. Boiling said

    ha ha so funny

  4. Santulan said

    INteresting how things come out to play no 🙂

  5. R's Mom said

    hahahah! your dad is super cute…and really writing his name on the bathroom mirror…*clutches stomach and laughs loudly* subconsciously you were attached to him and all that eh?

    • Pepper said

      Nahi yaar. I refuse to believe there was any ‘attachment’ from my side at this stage. This happened really in the beginning, when I saw him as nothing more than a friend. Lekin kya pata.. the general consensus says I was subconsciously attached and attracted to that stupid boy. Who knows.

  6. I think that was the cutest story ever! And SO embarrassing 😀

  7. ashreyamom said

    that was really interesting.. you should have shared it with sis, i am sure she would have come back home and embarrassed you more.. 🙂

  8. S said

    That was hilarious! 😀

    Did you tell Mint about it at that moment? Or only much later?

    • Pepper said

      No way did I tell him at that moment! I absolutely didn’t want him to know I was scrawling his name all over my bathroom mirror. Didn’t want to plant ideas in his head. So embarrassing!I told him about it much later.

  9. Arch said

    Oh my! You really have cool dad! 🙂

  10. Oh my god! Your dad is just like mine. Special pleasure in making their daughters squirm with embarrassment. Epic!

  11. Stu said

    oyee cute!

  12. Hahaha! What a story! Reminds me of mine. I had once written in my notebook, in the middle page randomly, I love you jaaanu. It was not written in my usual handwriting but a fancy dreamy one. That’s it. One line into middle of a notebook and I totally forgot about it. Mother discovered it while stealing middle pages from my notebook which she promised she had stopped. I was in XII th. She asked me what the hell was going on. I acted like I had no clue. It did help that I had a friend named Janhavi. Some guy mistook my notebook for hers was the story. It was bought because mother was caught tearing middle pages as well.

    • Pepper said

      Rotfl! Narrow escape, that one. I still steal middle pages from my sister’s notebook, even though I have been forbidden. So I could totally picture the scenario.

  13. 🙂 .. cute..

  14. PeeV ee said

    Heehee, I took it a step further and wrote my then boyfriend’s name with mehendi on my palm. Mom caught a glimpse of it when I was lifting packages and that led to a long drawn-out interrogation that I don’t like reliving 😛

    • Pepper said

      LOL! Fun memories, right? I am curious to know how you fielded those questions..

      .But anyway, atleast he was your boyfriend and so the interrogation was not as irrelevant. In my case, Mint was nowhere close to being a boyfriend. Neither had I viewed him in that light. So the questioning was even more illogical 😀

  15. Super cute story, Pepper!Made me smile broadly imagining this convo. I love writing on misty mirrors and foggy glasses too!

  16. D said

    ha ha ha..this was really interesting…:)..btw how is Oregano doing?

  17. Stu said

    Have to share this. My folks knew my husband, because he was a friend and used to come home often when we were in grad college. They even sort of entrusted him to take care of me when we went for post grad in another city and hostel. One fine day when we were both home for vacations, his then-girlfriend came to my home to fetch me so the three of us could hang out, and i introduced her to my parents with great pomp and show. But lo and behold, six months later I had to say something like – sorry dudes, that earlier plan didn’t work out and ahem, it’s now your daughter whom he is dating. Much as they were fond of the boy, they took a good couple of months to trust his intentions again. ’twas fun.

  18. See this is the power of the rain.

    But what a cute story. U just reminded me how much i love what u write…Now i am truely glad to be back (fingers crossed)

  19. haha I can’t hold it..my laugh and smile..writing on bathroom for tp..lolz ur Dad is smart by the way. Btw, I may take the situation in one of my fiction, of course, with ur permission:)

  20. Loved the story Pepper! 🙂 I still remember my dad looking at one of S’s msgs – I had used up the daily msg count on my mobile and had to use my mom’s phone to send one last good night msg to him. Even after I asked him “not to reply”, he did and he had said.. Love you. And to make things worse, I had slept without looking at that msg and next morning, my dad had seen that. Sigh. He never asked me anything about it until I told him about S 🙂

  21. Ravi said

    i thought it should have been “Minty affairs” 🙂 nice story,

  22. Jack Point said

    That is one embarassing moment. Extremely entertaining for your readers, though. Thanks fopr sharing 🙂

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