The Recycled Bin, Or Not

Was it only me or every set of parents tease their kids that they are adopted? I think, my mom played the elder sibling (generally siblings tease each other in such a fashion) when it comes to playing jokes.

For example, In her jokes I was(Am) the daughter of one of the maids working in the society who used to scare me. My brother was (is) my real brother (Gosh, even in jokes he follows me *eye rolls*) but the kid from the same mother. The story is that the lady kept on throwing her kids (us) in the dustbin and my mother (who plays the lead role) kept on adopting kids. Thankfully she stopped at two.

How we were found with a lot of garbage on us and how we are still messy (Even when she kept on scrubbing us for months!)- was the main story when we were growing up. My mother is very very creative and weaving every 'messy' thing we do , with our fictional genes was (and it is still going stronger) her hobby when we were kids.

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So, a day back one of my cousins with her two years old kid visited my parents I was really curious to know how my niece is doing. To my dismay she is exactly like her mom and me, the proud Masi. Really. She does not go to any one else but her mom. Nobody should try playing with her. Nobody should try to make her talk. Or else, a low high pitch cry will follow the act. Yes, I was that irritating too. So much that I used to accompany my mom to the loo. It amuses me even now how my Fai ( the same cousin's mother) and my mom managed us; also get one kid each after us!

So when round #I-dont-count-anymore story of how irritating we were, was going on..

Yours Truly Bubblegum: Mom, didn't you feel like throwing me (the toddler) out in the garbage?

Mother of Bubblegum: Arrey, I got you from the garbage only na! There was no option.

*Rolling Eyes*

Char Baat

"Which invention by humankind which you feel, we could have done without?"

"Plastic?? ummm... No No, It is religion. I am confident."

Both smiled in consent, resuming eating the delicious food served on the plate.

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"Which invention do you think was the most important one to change the world, the way it is today."

"Electricity!!"

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"Do you know Hanuman had a son?"

"Yes, Makardhwaj."

"Oh!!!", She is in awe.

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"Which one is your favorite book of this life time till now?"

"Ummm.... Pollyenna had a great effect one me. What about yours?"

"You could have guess it. Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie!"

Both deep dives again into their own thoughts. May be difficult to pick one book?

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Ladies and Gentleman, last evening we celebrated the fourth anniversary of our marriage and these are typical conversation we have on all our dates even now!

We are a conversation converted into a couple.
Conversations like these, help us thrive even now.

Happy Anniversary, Mr.ISB.

:-)

Rain Rumblings

This unexplained break from blogging is something I want to wash off, just like the first rain of the season washed off the cluttered mind last late evening.

My heart craved for that cup of tea with really high amount of ginger which would perfectly amalgamate with the smell of hot and dry 'Mitti' soaked in the water. Wind blew really hard and trees danced. Monsoon is the freshness we all need in our lives more than this environment I felt.

Happiest were my plants who are now waiting for some new pals to give them company. Gardening in monsoon is always a good idea anyway.

Another combination is dancing and rains. There is nothing like keeping windows and doors open and dance like no one is watching. I have done that a lot in my childhood. Have you ever done it?

Being one crazy Amdavadi, how can I forget 'Dalvada' with 'Mirchi'? Is it just the craving or is it the feel of being in Ahmedabad I am missing, sometimes I wonder.

At some time in your life, you realize that nothing is more important than you feeling happy from inside, keeping aside those unfinished tasks and dreams in your eyes.