We came home now. Bhaiyya opened the door. Sun is upstairs only. I want to go and play
Daddy went inside the house, Amma also.
I was trying to hide from Bhaiyya because Bhaiyya no, always hits me on my head. Means like a game only. I have to make my head down and if I run, then only I can win. But Bhaiyya is always winning. He always hits.
Daddy: I’m dead tired, I’m going to sleep. Where’s Didi?
Bhaiyya: She’s in the toilet
Daddy went away.
Bhaiyya: You ate so much or what? It’s already 4. You all went for lunch and took so much time. What you ate?
I had thair saadam. There was that dirty bhendi
I went running to my verandah. Anyone came to play? No one came still.
I’ll only go.
Amma? Where’s Amma? Amma!
Amma is in the kitchen. Amma is eating food.
You’re eating? But you ate in Aunty’s house, na.
Amma made face like that means she makes full mouth come one side, nose also, all fastly
Amma: Big big noises she made about your eating habits but, there wasn’t enough food for us
There was less bhaji, no? I saw.
Amma: She added water to her already watery food. What do these men care? They ate without leaving for us. Good thing I have yesterday’s leftovers.
Amma, I want to go to play
Amma: Okay. You go. I’ll call you home for milk, don’t hide here and there. Just come when I call
Hee-hee
I will go and play in the back, then when Amma calls I won’t hear only
Lalalala
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