I got out of my car, with the rain pattering on me, and pushed open the rusted iron gates, which were covered by creepy creepers. It made a whining sound as it opened and fell back to lean on the side walls. I drove my car inside and parked it there randomly. Obviously thee was no garage in this old villa. I had become wet while opening the iron gates, and when I am wet, I feel really uncomfortable, the only exception being when I bathe, since I'm naked that time. 

I finally got out with my handbag (which had my purse, phone and everything) and pushed open the wooden entrance. The door opened with a fuss. I kept my bag on the dining table (the furniture had been shifted there already, as I had told you before) and rushed into the hot shower to get fresh. I then changed into my casuals and decided to make myself come coffee. The basic groceries and other stuff like milk, eggs etc. had been taken care of by the salesman who handed me this villa- it was awkward how desperate he was to get the villa off his hands.

When I had come with my Mom here last week, I had put the coffee powder somewhere in the third drawer so that I can easily find it whenever I need it. I always need coffee- and my Mom tea. My Mom had helped me unpack last week, and together we had set the dining table and beds right in place, some blankets in the cupboard, but still there were many boxes left to unpack which were kept in an untidy stack in the attic. Anyways, I decided to forget all the work which was to be done and pulled open the drawer where I believed the coffee powder was. Unfortunately I was wrong.

 Now when I don't find my things at the right place, or where it is supposed to be, it irritates me a lot. 'Chill, don't be hyper, Sara.' I said to myself, hoping that it would help me. I took a deep breath. I opened and looked for it in all the drawers, and then even in the fridge, just in case. But after fifteen minutes of frantic search, when I couldn't find it anywhere, my patience ended. I reached for my cell phone, and opened the logs section. As usual, Mom's number was on the top. I called her up.

There was no signal. I tried again and again. Then frustrated, I went out and called her. Only after I walked a good few meters was I able to receive a signal. The rain had stopped, but I wasn't going to be this lucky always. This was going to cause me a huge communication problem.

'Hello, Mom?' I yelled as soon as someone picked up.

'Hello! God, where had you been! Why hadn't you called sooner, beta, I missed you so much!' Mom sounded glad. 

(Beta in Hindi means son literally, but it is used in context of children as well.)

'Sorry Mom. Mom do you know where the coffee powder is?'

'We kept in in the third drawer beta. How did you forget? We decided it together.'

'But it is not there.' I informed her. 'I checked it there already.'

'Did you check the other drawers? Maybe the salesman put it somewhere else.'

'Come on, Mom, obviously, I have checked all the kitchen drawers thoroughly.' 

She laughed. 'Then I guess you'll have to live without your cup of coffee.'

'No Mom!' I yelled loudly. 

'How was driving all alone?' she asked.

'Awesome. It was raining, and it was difficult, but-'

'It was raining?' she exclaimed, 'I should have sent your Dad with you. He's lazing around anyways. But the visibility, and the slippery roads, do you know how dangerous Himalayan roads are? And the Indian administration. They can't even improve the road conditions. All the potholes-'

'It was okay, Mom.' I assured her.

'Ya Allah, I should have sent your Dad with you, seriously. You don't even care about your life.'

'No I do.'

'Then drive carefully. By the way, it must be cold there right? Wait, have you worn the jacket that I kept in the cupboard in the bedroom for you?'

'No.' I said, already shivering.

'I knew it. Then wear it pagli!' She scolded. 

(Pagli in HIndi means idiot.)

'Okay. I will.'

'And did you start unpacking. Finish it soon, because i know you haven't.'

I couldn't help but laugh. Mom knew me so well.

'There are different cardboard boxes for different rooms. I named the boxes as bedroom, dining, living- like that. Okay? Sara, are you listening to me?'

'Yes, Mom. I am.' I was actually ignoring her babbling. I had been doing so for the past 25 years, so it wasn't an issue.

'You didn't want to stay with us, now face the consequences.' She muttered angrily.

'No Mom, don't start this conversation again, please.' I said.

'And when you're done with all this, come home. Please beta.'

The phone disconnected. 

'Hello? Hello?!' I kept yelling until I realized that there was a signal problem. I tried to connect to her again, but the signal was gone. I guess this was all for today.