Oct.7, 2015.
These mornings Rama and me start with smiles widening into loud laughs. With filter coffees we turn to Page 20 of Indian Express for cartoon strip Marvin by Tom Armstrong; grandma cartoons; the two-frame cartoon today: You know you're a grandmother..you think it's cute when your grandkids do things that you punished your kids for doing. Rama choked on her coffee; she enjoys it while one cuts the strip for filing and future smiling. Wish Mathrubhumi shared the habit, she said sweeping into times with new born Chiyu and three-year old Shreya. For years, she took an auto to Dahisar at 9.30 in the morning and be back by 8 in the evening; Aji did everything; when the two went to school crying, Aji cried, brought them back home; Dakhi disliked bunking; couldn't afford to protest; afternoons Malayalam lullabies for sleep; Ramayanas and Mahabharatas; today, after many years, Shreya retunes them; Chiyu twinkle toes; evenings, arranged games for some 20 kids in the blind alley till Dakhi came striding at 8 in the evening; mangoes and ice creams in summer; Gems for all seasons; Ludo, Snake and Ladder, carroms...marbles... Aji does not like to admit it; she rejects any such suggestion; she loves Chiyu over Shreya by an arm's-length; son Ganesh has a complaint:You beat us when we were kids; you love them more. Aji nods assent with a hand-wave. Thinks of her parents ( Mama and Mami) growing up Ravi and Rishi in Sreevatsam, Alleppey; they were indulgence; perhaps Tom Armstrong knows them and Aji. Today at 9 in the morning, Chiyu calls crying; she wants Aji home immediately; Shreya is beating her, Dakhi is hollering. Dismissing a crisp dosa on the tawa to me, Rama rushes an auto; when Chiyu calls, it is that way. On the way, buys two Amul ice cream cones and Cadbury Silk. Chiyu is using Shreya's ink-pen without her permission; Shreya is into strong arms. Aji tries truce. Fails. Chiyu, Shreya and Aji step out to buy two ink-pens. Slightly late for school. Aji calls Ajoba with details. School is off. Chiyu and Shreya are coming home. Yes, Ajis are made that way; popcorns of compassion.
These mornings Rama and me start with smiles widening into loud laughs. With filter coffees we turn to Page 20 of Indian Express for cartoon strip Marvin by Tom Armstrong; grandma cartoons; the two-frame cartoon today: You know you're a grandmother..you think it's cute when your grandkids do things that you punished your kids for doing. Rama choked on her coffee; she enjoys it while one cuts the strip for filing and future smiling. Wish Mathrubhumi shared the habit, she said sweeping into times with new born Chiyu and three-year old Shreya. For years, she took an auto to Dahisar at 9.30 in the morning and be back by 8 in the evening; Aji did everything; when the two went to school crying, Aji cried, brought them back home; Dakhi disliked bunking; couldn't afford to protest; afternoons Malayalam lullabies for sleep; Ramayanas and Mahabharatas; today, after many years, Shreya retunes them; Chiyu twinkle toes; evenings, arranged games for some 20 kids in the blind alley till Dakhi came striding at 8 in the evening; mangoes and ice creams in summer; Gems for all seasons; Ludo, Snake and Ladder, carroms...marbles... Aji does not like to admit it; she rejects any such suggestion; she loves Chiyu over Shreya by an arm's-length; son Ganesh has a complaint:You beat us when we were kids; you love them more. Aji nods assent with a hand-wave. Thinks of her parents ( Mama and Mami) growing up Ravi and Rishi in Sreevatsam, Alleppey; they were indulgence; perhaps Tom Armstrong knows them and Aji. Today at 9 in the morning, Chiyu calls crying; she wants Aji home immediately; Shreya is beating her, Dakhi is hollering. Dismissing a crisp dosa on the tawa to me, Rama rushes an auto; when Chiyu calls, it is that way. On the way, buys two Amul ice cream cones and Cadbury Silk. Chiyu is using Shreya's ink-pen without her permission; Shreya is into strong arms. Aji tries truce. Fails. Chiyu, Shreya and Aji step out to buy two ink-pens. Slightly late for school. Aji calls Ajoba with details. School is off. Chiyu and Shreya are coming home. Yes, Ajis are made that way; popcorns of compassion.
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