Thursday morning – Abbas driving Bulu (our Blue car). Me and kids sitting in the rear seat. Me combing their hair and tying 2 ponies on each head. Mannu suddenly spots something on the street and goes ‘Oita dao!’ (meaning give THAT to me) I inquire what she wants. She repeats those two goddamn words for like 1024 times (yeah I’m into IT industry, u c?) and Abbas and I both start asking her cross questions to find out what this mystery thing was that the daughter was going bonkers over… We both are ready to tear each other’s hair unable to treasure-hunt it. Abbas, regaining his cool (trying to concentrate on his driving skills) asked her politely “Mannu what do you want?” And she again says for the 1025th time – “Oita dao”!!! I go grrrr…. and then I remember this game called Hangman that we used to play as kids.
So there I go – “Did you see OITA?”
Mannu – Yes
Me – “Do you want to eat it?”
Mannu – Yes
Me – “What colour is it?”
Mannu – Mmmm (lost)… after 5 secs pause – Green
Me – (Unsure about what to ask next) Are you sure???
Mannu – Yes
Me – (I’m the lost one now, bring out my lifeline – asking the other kid) – “Tammu, what is she trying to say?”
Tammu – (Thinking, please don’t involve me in this for God’s sake) “I don’t know mamma”
God came to rescue and she again spotted OITA somewhere on the street and she remembered it’s name finally! Phew…
Let’s go to flashback…
There is a Naariyal Paani wala cart exactly opposite Mannu Tammu’s school. On Tuesday, when we crossed the road to catch a rick, Mannu spotted that stall and ‘Mujhe wo chahiye’. The girl didn’t even know its name but wanted it. Huh! Well, I assured her by sugar coating my words “Tender Coconut?? Tujhe chahiye? Main Friday ko khareedke dungi Okay?” She happily nodded, little did she know that Friday is yet another 3 days away. Now the reason why I said Friday is another story altogether. My domestic help comes at 6:30 PM in the evening. Although my MIL is here now, I ask her to come in the evening so that she can wash truckload of tiffin boxes of kids and me. She comes in the morning on Weekends so, she washes Friday’s dabbas Saturday morning. So I couldnt afford to be a minute late or have to face Meena Aunty’s wrath. Although I am not afraid of her as such, I would perhaps be better off without looking into her questioning eyes.
Back to the present…
We reached my office by then and I waved bye to them and like a wicked politician I gave my assurance yet again “I will buy you tender coconut tomorrow for sure, okay???” And both fairies now took their fav seat (front seat which is (il)legally my right when their Baba is driving) and waved back to me smiling!!!
I might be wicked but I don’t make fake promises. If I promise I ensure I deliver it. I bought a Tender Coconut for them and the three of us also went into a Fancy shop to buy a clip for me and ended up buying rubber bands and clips, bangles for them!
I also picked up one tender coconut for MIL. And Mannu was thoughtful in asking how her Didi will drink it as there was no straw at home.