Ol' Memories: The Milk story

I was just telling a friend of mine how much I hate drinking milk. When I say that, I mean milk in its original form. I like it as coffee and in Shakes but if you ask me to drink it by just adding sugar (or with some Bournvita kinda stuff) in it, I promise I will make all the faces before eventually drinking it. Yes, I will drink it and I wont throw it away. I still remember I did that once and the results were not very good.

I was in third or fourth grade and was standing in the balcony of our house then. Mom came and handed me a glass of milk. I told her I don’t want it but meri to koi sunta hi nahi hai na (No one ever listens to me). The glass was forcefully handed over to me. So, as soon as she turned around and walked away, I spilled contents of the glass on the road. Immediately after that, me smart me, rushed to the kitchen to keep the glass back.

Mom was there and she got suspicious.

a.) I was not that fast when it came to drinking milk.

b.) There was no (b).

Reason (a) was good enough for her to suspect me. I tried to avoid any eye contact but she called me and asked me what I did with the milk.



Did you drink it? She asked.



Me, Harishchandra, came up with a small yes.



She asked me again, Are you sure you had it?



Now she had me. I just shook my head.



So, where is the milk? She was turning impatient by the second and I could see the temperature rising.



I threw it on the road, was all I could come up with.



YOU WHAT ??



CHAPAAT!!!!!!!!



I still remember that slap. That was the last time I spilled milk. Though, I still hate it when I have to drink it but I manage to after making all those faces. 

I was just smiling away to myself when I thought about this and surprised as hell that I still remember it. I guess some memories are there in one's mind. Forever!