Actually day-half over here at Tripura, as in 'jab jaago tab savera'; even if you wake up at noon, you just gotta buck up yourself by thinking that the day begins when you're awake!
I start with kids, ( will end with them too, in case of you're wondering)...
I owe sincere gratitude to all the gadgets in my house, for keeping up with the storm of energy levied upon them. Of course, for turning that energy into epic wins...
My teensome boy is caught between his teensome tastebuds, which includes developing a taste for moms food, (needless to say) and the cooks cooked culinarily flawless food! And for me, it's like getting a compliment and catching a complaint instead. Maybe I'm short of hearing too! I don't curse myself for that anymore, a skill I've been headstrong on developing over the years.
He's like, look mom, my friends mother makes sure he has the right kind of food. In the evening, I say, Devansh, here's your soup. Mom! Told you I don't like homemade soup! But what about healthy food then, Devansh? O please! Can you pleeaaase make one of those packed soups? O, why not, sure. I say, anything for you, with a smile. But as they say, mothers will be mothers ( even if they don't, accept this one as my inner call), I mix just a teaspoon of the soup powder to his soup. Guess what? He loves it. Struggle ended. Wait a minute, just for the soup? I ask myself and push my goals further.
My busy buddy is one less than a decade, but otherwise he ain't less than anything! Super active, as he is, when I keep him still, his mind runs away. For now he's all around cycling, inside the house of course, a dedicated citizen. He loves to hoist the flag and also keep it back on time with all the responsibility of respect for it on his little shoulders. I told him to draw something, or paint or do something at one place. Divyam explore the inner you, your creativity.why mom, you don't like it when I'm creative! O my God! Whatever makes you think so? You asked me not to draw and colour...( I completed his sentence) ...ON THE WALLS! Yes I did! Respect the papers lying here and there, and put them to good use. Show me what good is it to binge watch life hack videos!
Okay! He went off.
In the meantime, Kea Rajkumari is smart enough to realise moms out on her regular check on the kids, immediately grabs her pencil and resumes her place in front of her easel.
I do give her a stare, telling her that I'll be watching. In a few minutes, as I get back to my work, Divyam comes to me with his diary. Look Mom, I made a story. A comic actually, it's about slender man. Not having any idea who he is, I picture him somewhat like dracula. Maa look at the illustrations, I drew it all by myself! They're wonderful, I wish to read the next part too. He was more than happy to discover the writer in him.
Through with idly and sambhar, first time without chutney. But I'm glad it was appreciated and filling. And I know they don't have a choice during the lockdown!
I had to lure Kea to bed by offering her a storytelling session. She loves stories and hates my imperfections! Maa, you make so many mistakes! You forgot to mention ...the glass slippers( I tried to complete). No!!! Those were not slippers, they were sandles! You don't know anything Maa. Let it be. But...I'll give it another try... No! Kea Rajkumari exclaimed with her ears covered tightly!
Ok ok as you say... (I'm more than happy now!)
With everyone asleep, I sneak my way into my writers family,
Willingly wandering Mom ❣️