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Sisterly love

Yes it’s incomparable.
If you have grown up with one, or a mom to a pair who are bickering incessantly, constantly, you know what I mean. Like most Moms, I too have developed selective hearing and manage to tune out most of the
She did it first…
She always…
..and react only when it reaches the level of..
It’s bleeding, look she scratched me!
That’s enough.
If you don’t stop behaving like cats and dogs I’m changing your names to Tommy and..well Kitty..
Oh! Can I be Kitty? She always growls like a dog anyway.
How dare you? You are the one who runs howling to Mom. You Tommy Shooo
Shall I scratch you again and show you? You…
Too late to take back my words, I tune them out again.
Motherhood does teach you some amazing skills!

This time of the year…

..when the drumbeats announce the arrival of Goddess Durga and the Bong in me gets homesick-again.
Yeah I miss the fun and those friends.
And since some moments do not come back we go forward and create new memories. This is a glimpse of the Dussheraprocession from the southern-most tip of India-Kanyakumari.

So different, and yet the enthusiasm is the same. Isn’t it? Wishing you a great time this festival season!

Best Friends Forever

Mamma, can you guess who is my BFF?
Ishita? Well she was the one you loved to play with most as she has the most awesome collection of Barbie accessories.
NO. She is not my friend anymore. Last time she bought chips from the canteen she did not share all of them. Cheater.
Saumyaa is my best friend now.
She shares everything. I also like playing with her little brother and we always have so much fun together.
Some days later she was in tears because she would have to miss Saumyaa’s birthday party. It was on the day we were travelling to Goa. No amount of cajoling would convince her ….
I know I’ll like Goa but it’s not the same thing Mamma. I’ll be missing all the fun and games in the party.
Yes I know we’ll be partying in Goa also, but MY FRIENDS will not be there.
You can take me to her house another day to play with her, but IT’S NOT THE SAME THING! I won’t be wearing my pink party frock or the heels, will I?
She won’t be giving me a return gift either.
A muffled sob and tear filled eyes-and…