August 12 to 14: Just Some Days from My Life

My day started early, at 4 AM on the 12th of August. My brother and I went for a walk to the nearby Durga Maa temple. We sat there for a while, talking about our next plans in life—what to do and where to go. Then, as always, we came back home and fell asleep again.

Later, I woke up. Nothing special happened—I edited some clips, had breakfast and lunch, and studied a little. But in the evening, I heard loud voices coming from upstairs. When I went up, I saw my mom scolding my sister. Instead of staying quiet, my sister argued back. I tried to stop them, but she turned her arguments toward me, so I went silent and left. About seven minutes later, I heard that the situation had calmed down.

Not long after that, I got a call from my elder sister saying she would be visiting in two days. Everyone got excited. We talked for a bit, and then I went up to the rooftop to enjoy the sky—but my mind just wouldn’t settle.

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The next day began in a similar way, except we had to wash all the clothes and bedsheets and clean the entire house. It’s a regional tradition that whenever someone in the extended family passes away, on the tenth day after their death, all the male members shave their heads, and every cloth in the house that was exposed during those ten days is washed.

So we shaved our heads, cleaned the house, and washed all the clothes.

Later, I went to the farmhouse. A few days earlier, the flood there had been at its peak, but by then the water level had gone down. The floodwater had come from the Ganges River. We took a bath in it, and after that, the rest of the day passed normally.

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Now it’s 14th August, 11:41 PM, as I’m writing this. I’m trying to think if I missed anything worth noting, but it’s fine.

The day began as usual. By evening, my dad returned from the market with a few items for tomorrow’s Independence Day—small flags and some wearable products. He even recorded a few videos of my sisters dancing. Everyone was enjoying themselves, but I stayed out of it, playing chess on my phone.

Later, Dad said he needed to go to the chowk, so I went with him. When we returned, I found that my brother—the one I’ve written about before—had received a small electric shock at the flour mill. I went to check on him. Thankfully, there were no major injuries, just some discomfort in his hands and feet. We rubbed them, and he was fine.

After that, I texted a friend who had distanced herself from me. She was online but didn’t reply immediately. Later, she said she was busy preparing dinner for her family. I decided not to push and instead focused on writing in my physical diary. Maybe we’ll talk later, maybe not—it’s just a matter of waiting and watching.

Tomorrow is Independence Day. Mom might take this phone with her to school for the celebrations, which means I’ll be home alone without it. Not that it bothers me—I’m not really into these events anyway.