Why is it difficult to get a glass of water that is just two inches away from me? I try to reach the water glass on the side table. I almost touch it when my 5 year old daughter screams "Mom" and the glass falls on the floor.
"What are you doing?", she stands with her hands on her hip like a school headmaster.
I see her frowning at me and she scolds me for breaking the glass. I tell her that her scream made me jerk and that was the reason for it. She gives me a stare and asks me the reason for not calling her to get water for me.
"I will complain to Daadi when she comes", she says and goes out. She brings a glass of water for me and then starts cleaning the glass pieces. I freak out as she tries to sweep the glass pieces with a cloth. I tell her to stop as she might hurt herself to which she doesn't listen at first but then stops as she realizes I am really angry. But she tells me that I shouldn't clean it as well and she would request Daadi to clean it.
Why isn't she like me but her father? Hyperactive and dominant in showing love just like him. I wish she shows some characters of mine too. I lie down on my bed thinking about him and how he wished our first child to be a girl. How happy when he got to choose the name for our girl! I miss him. Why did he leave us?
My thoughts get disturbed as I feel hungry. I think of getting up but then I get reminded of my little devil in the next room. She would definitely not let me even step down. If I tell her something, she would say that her Daadi told her to take care of me until she came back. I am tired of hearing this dialogue for the past half an hour. I am not a patient but a pregnant lady. I couldn't resist my appetite so I step down from my bed and try to sneak into the kitchen. Just when I am about to enter the kitchen, here it goes again.
"Mom"
"Beta, I am hungry. I was just going to get something to eat"
"You can ask me na?", she tells.
"But you don't know to cook"
"I know", she pouts.
I can't help but smile at her. I tell her that it's ok and I will cook. She reminds me her Daadi's words again; "Don't let her do any work".
"But cooking is not a work"
"If so, I will do.", telling this she goes into the kitchen.
"Don't go near the stove", I warn her.
She tells me that her Daadi has already made same Samosas and she is just going to bring that. I get relieved and go back to my room. After few minutes, I get a loud thud from the kitchen. I rush holding my belly and find my daughter having a flour bath.
Seeing me give a murderous stare at her, she tells me that she was trying to get the plate which was a little high for her height. She had climbed a stool to get it and the stool had shaken a little making the flour container near her hand fall on her.
"God, what do I with this girl?", I sigh and try to clean the mess and she tries to repeat her Daadi's words again but I am not giving to her threats this time. She grabs my hand with both of her little hands and tries to get me out of the kitchen. I follow her to my room on my own without realizing that I should be resisting her.
"What will my bhai or behen think of me if you keep doing like this? Wouldn't he/she think their behen doesn't know to do work?"
I laugh at her thoughts and sit on the bed. She tells me that she will go and get the Samosa. Before I could yell at her, she runs to the kitchen and comes back with the Samosa in her hand.
"Use my hand as the plate", she tells me offering the Samosa on her little palms. I take the Samosa and start eating. I feed a piece to her but she refuses to take another piece saying she doesn't like it.
She makes me lie on my bed and asks me to sleep. I tell her I am not sleepy and then she reads me a fairy tale story from her kindergarten book. I get really bored and fall into sleep.
I wake up hearing my daughter screaming "Daadi!!"
Thank god, she has finally come from market. I wake up from my bed to beat my daughter and start complaining before my daughter could start.
"Beeji! If you want to go out, take me with you or leave me alone. But don't leave me with her", I tell her. She hugs her Daadi and starts listing out her complaints. Beeji hugs my daughter and tells me, "Sarla, you seemed to have troubled my Pragya a lot!"
Note: I saw a promo for a new serial in Star Plus. The normal person in me liked the promo, felt good and continued to work. But the KB fan in me somehow wanted a similar kind of scene with KB characters and thus born this OS. 😆
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