Although these conversations did not happen today, they do bring happiness as I jot them down. So, cheating a bit to get today’s post done with 🙂
All four of us were watching the movie Queen on Netflix. There is a scene where VijayaLakshmi hurls abuses to a guy in French. The subtitles flash with the F word over and over again.
Abbas and I: (share eye contact wishing the kids didn’t notice the subtitles)
Mannu: What does that mean?
Abbas and I: (Again looking at each other yet clueless what to say, each hoping the other one manages the situation)
Tammu (takes charge): Mannu, it’s a bad word. So you don’t need to know!
Abbas and I: (Rolling eyes and trying to control our laughter)
Mannu: What???!! So you know it and I don’t need to know! Seriously?!
Abbas brought a bunch of greens which is rarely available and I made a traditional Bengali dish with it. As we sat for lunch, Abbas looked at the dishes on the table
Abbas: Haven’t you cooked the greens?
Me: Yeah, I have made this mix veg dish with the pumpkin greens
Abbas: What? Seemu, they were bottle gourd greens and it is usually added to lentils.
Me: No no, they were not bottle gourd greens. I know very well that they were pumpkin greens.
And the argument goes on for a while in a fun way. Abbas makes fun of me and vice versa. We go on to google to look for images but are still confused who was right. Abbas looks for bottle gourd greens Bengali dish on Google and gets the same link as I get when I googled for Pumpkin greens Bengali dish.
It was a laughter riot in parallel to the argument.
Mannu: Guys, please stop it now?
Tammu: Mumma Baba, can you both first decide if you are arguing or laughing?
Mannu, Tammu and I are walking to the station in the morning
Tammu: Mumma, you know what?
Tammu: I think I am a good person
Me: What makes you think so?
Tammu: Because my friends throw food in the bin, some of them drop food on the ground and others stamp on it. I try to make them understand that they shouldn’t do it.
Me: Yes Tammu, you are right.
Tammu: Actually I feel sad for the food. For example, the other day S dropped crackers on the floor and D stamped on it. Now imagine how the cracker might have felt. It must have been thinking how excited the day is going to be, I’m going to go inside someone’s mouth. But it got hurt instead.
Mannu (Who was hardly paying to the conversation so far, suddenly got alert): What is she talking about? Who gets excited about getting into someone’s mouth?
Me: Mannu, that’s because that someone we are talking about happens to be a cracker 😀
We went to a friend’s home and her mum had made fish fingers which were out of this world. Mantam enjoyed them so much and asked for seconds.
Me: Mannu, you loved the fish fingers, didn’t you?
Mannu: Yes Mumma, they were the tastiesst food I have ever had.
Me: That’s good
Mannu: By the way Mumma, no offence to your cooking skills, ok?
Sunday evenings are routinely allocated to folding the truckload of washed and dried clothes and organizing them. Mantam usually help me with this chore. Tammu, being the lazy bum that she is, always gets distracted by the mirror and starts posing or acting weird. Mannu is the sincere one, always tries to learn folding techniques and always tried to improve. Tammu always picks undergarments as they are easy to fold. We named her the chaddi (underpants) girl. She always sits down and Mannu keeps flinging chaddis at her as she drags them from the mountain of clothes.
One day, Mannu wasn’t in her usual spirits and did not turn up to help. Tammu had already begun her chaddi folding business. Mannu dragged herself reluctantly to help us.
Me: Tammu, let Mannu sit down and fold the chaddis today. Why don’t you fold the other clothes.
Tammu (agreed half heartedly): Ok fine!
After a while, she remembers all the chaddis being flung at her by Mannu. She starts taking revenge. It was funny sight to watch and I couldn’t stop laughing. When she ran out of chaddis to flung, she took the ones she had already folded!
That is when I had to take the charge and stop her! (I’m not able to bring the humour through my words, but it certainly was a fun sight as all three of us were in giggle hysteria)
Me (Hugging Tammu on some occasion): Tammu, do you know how proud I am of you?
Tammu (cozily enjoying my hug): Thank you Mumma
Me: I’m so lucky to have you as my daughter
Tammu: It was all due to your hard work, that you have me as your daughter 🙂