The Broom

Tia comes in with a broom, kick starts it several times, and then she says, "why can’t I fly the broom."
She tries it again, continuously trying to kick start, “Oh ho! It’s not happening! Why is it not happening Ma?”

And the Story Continues…..

Remember few months back, I had mentioned in my blog about Tia pointing towards the photograph and asking “Where is Tia here?”
Now that she is grown up, so have her demands, the other day she was quite angry on me (Without reason of course). She yelled and screamed then wait, all of a sudden she was back to the photograph topic again. “Where did you two go without me? Why am I not there in the photograph?” Now there, once again! the trick was out her sleeve. She yelled and screamed again until I pacified her saying, “Ok! Do not worry very soon I will paste your picture there, is that fine?”
She did not say anything but I know one day she will pop out the question again. Till next time… Keep reading and yes commenting.

My Angel

Tia is surely growing up to be a little angel. No doubt, she drives me up the wall but sure at the same time gives me so many reasons to smile.
Everyday I bring her back from school! (That is another set of battle each day) everyday she has different reason not to climb the stairs.
Moreover, now that she is grown, picking her up is no easy task for me. However, when she sees her father, then there is no excuse for him, he has to pick her up.
Of late, she must have realized that mummy cannot pick her so she never forces herself on me. Nevertheless, yes one phrase she definitely utters, “I am so tired”
When I offer to pick her up she will say, “You will get tired na maamma” (U cannot imagine my emotions then)
The other day Tia was not well, still I thought let me take her out for sometime so that she feels better.
So we went for sometime, then again while climbing up home, I picked her up. In spite of her fever, she still said in a feverish, feeble tone, “Mamma, you will get tired na”
I got enough strength to carry her all the way up.This is when I feel, how can anyone refuse to be sad with daughters?
They are angels!!!

Girls are Girls ! An angel in Disguise

When I look at Tia, I see so many naughty things about her. So many, stuff, that drives me MAD. But some things that really touch my heart. Recently, our family had gone for a vacation. Our itinerary had two nights halt at the houseboat in the backwaters of Kerala. The first night was great because it was full of excitement. But the second night looked more like a place struck with epidemics because most of us fell ill, touchwood Tia did not. I was seasick and everything was terrible for me. The early next morning I had the urge to puke and the moment she heard me throw up Tia woke up. I thought, “Oh! My God! Now all hell will break loose” But what!!!!! Where is child who cries for her mother each morning? Tia was not the usual self, she looked matured and most importantly brought me so much of relief when she said, “Mama, are you puking, don’t worry it will be fine” saying so she started rubbing my back.

Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time.....Dhisssommmm, then dhiskau dhiskau. Shooooooooo. Pop pop pop !
Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha!
Maaaahaaaraj! B-bbbbbbbbbbb bandar
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Keep quiet
Whisper whisper whisper
Mamma finis. FINIS MAMA (accompanied by a scream)
Well! Sounding strange! This is a story narrated by Tia
Her story comprises of sound effects only.

Er! Hmmm! Gosh!!

Well! I have actually no words for this incident, so I thought I just let the guessing game remain. The other day I took Tia along with me to shop. Being aware of her fidgety nature, I did not take a long list with me.
But Tia is after all Tia, after a little while she was squatting in a corner and hurriedly putting something into the basket.
Oooops! There was red, there was green, there was blue and you name it you have it color packets. My basket was full multi colored condom packets and not to forget the erotic visuals were cherry to my embarrassment.
I said, “Baby, they are not meant for you,” but do you think she would listen. She screamed hoarse, “It is MINEEEEE”…
God! I have nothing to say after that.

Trip To School

Tia’s school is stone throw away. So it is obvious that I drop her forth and back. When she cried refusing to go to school, my heart would melt and ache by her tears! But now I have found an easy option! I never tell her where we are going. I just take her there and on the way, I narrate stories where she is too occupied to notice where we are actually going! Before I narrate one-fourth, her school is there. Once she sees the school she is ready to hop in but, before and after her session she is one sob-sob story regarding her school.