At times Tia can be very irritating… and often I too lose my temper… But at what cost?, I end up upsetting myself, so I self imposed this formula… I started keeping numb… The other day I told her, please do not call me “Ma” stop calling me that, I am not your Ma. What a big statement I thought for myself… But do you think that it would bother her…? Her very next statement was… Sushma O’ Sushma… listen.

I rushed to the loo to meet nature’s call, but to my surprise what I see is a big orange floating in the commode. Who else could it be….Tia, I screamed… what is this ?… I rushed to the other toilet. Then after I was relieved of my pressure I resumed the conversation. Why on earth did you hurl the orange there? Its gone bad she replied, ‘now it is not there’ what! Is what I exclaimed. In the meantime she had flushed the orange.

A Difficult Game

Tia was trying to please her little brother and was playing around him. I was no doubt scared and careful too. She was hurling the baby’s blanket in the air which was a pleasant sight for Adi. He was giggling all the while….then within a fraction of a second, the blanket fell right on Adi’s face, and he started to gasp.
I had to take charge of the situation…I told Tia “Tia! he is so little and you got to be careful all the time…you see baby..” then pat came her reply “Mama, bhai said, ‘Tia didi kambal di diya mur uproot (Tia didi place the blanket on me)’ so I did it for him…Okay. A three month old and speaking!!! I was speechless

Language No Bar

Tia and her little brother were in bed. Both were happy with each other. Adi was busy with his baby language and Tia busy deciphering. A piece of what I heard….


Adi: Gaga… googooo….gaga
Tia: ki koisa (what are you saying?) O story!
Adi: Goooo...goooo….gaga….
Tia: Ok once upon a time… Etu koisa (You are saying this)
Adi: Goooo...goooo….gaga….ga...
Tia: Eta princess asile, etu koisa (there was a princes, you mean this)
Adi: Goooo..goooo….gaga….
Tia: Ok Ok

And their conversation continued.....

A Spoonful Of Health

Tia comes to me running “Mamma! Ravanprash diya na ” (give me Ravanprash). I could just say ‘what?’ she meant chyawanprash

I asked Tia, “Now that your little brother is growing what will you do when he says that he wants to watch Ben10 and you Little Krishna” Pat came her reply, “What will you do then Ma?” Well quite a difficult situation Actually what will I do? I asked her back, “You tell me what should I do” “Simple Mamma! You can say sharing kori suwa (Share and watch)” Phew! Relief there.

Hole, hole….hole… hole…hole…

Kids will always be kids, do you think that they feel inferior to any adult… they are simply miss and mister know alls… And Tia is no exception…She will not bother to ask, just blurts out whatever is there in her heart…


I had taken Tia for shopping and as usual, came out her ‘pick-up-all-form’ and when she was hands full (literally) out came the punch, “Mamma pick that phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta (Assamese version for hole) for me” Any guesses what this phuta is. A Basket to keep the overflowing stuff!