On Popular Demand

Some people have observed that my thoughts so far include a lot more of my Papa than my Mummy. I think there are two reasons for that – (i) It’s very difficult to talk about one’s Mother given that it is the most complex and indefinable relationship, (ii) Given my father is the link between my thoughts and you, I dare attribute some things to translation losses :)

Nevertheless, I shall over the next few days try to talk about my family. And I shall start with my mother, given she is the first person in any child’s life.

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My Mother’s name is Surabhi Mohta. She is very nice. She has two hands, two legs, two eyes, one nose and two lips. She is tall and thin.

She sometimes gets angry with me when I trouble her, but I know she loves me a lot. When she gets angry at me, she gets angry at herself for getting angry at me. I think this is very cute and funny. She gives me food every day. She also gives me a bath to make me clean and makes me wear nice clothes.

When Papa gets angry at me for being naughty, I run and hide behind my mother. She then tells him that I am only a small child and that he should not get angry at me. She also takes me for a walk in the park and sings to me when I am going to sleep.

When I go for my swimming lessons, my Mummy sits on the side and tells me to push harder. And then she claps with both hands when I come out after swimming. Then she hugs me and wipes me clean.

I love my Mummy. She is the best Mummy in the world.
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Well, in case you were wondering what this was, I just was tempted to see how I would write my first essay in school on “My Mother.” Coming back to my mother, I think she is a very nice human being. I have known her for nearly 10 months नोव. She has always taken care of me. When I was inside her, she would talk to me every day and ask me how I was doing. She would ask me what I did each day and tell me not to worry. That she would get me out soon.

She would eat lots of ice-cream because she knows that I like ice-cream. And also pizza…

Since I have बीन born, I can see that its been quite difficult for her. It is a whole new thing for her, just like it is for me. She is not able to go out. She has to be resting all the time. She is quite weak and tired. While she gets upset about the change in her life sometimes, she does not get angry with me ever. She is always smiling at me and ready to pick me up, hug me and feed me. At night, when I am being naughty and not sleeping, she puts me down next to her and plays with me.

She thinks I cannot understand what all she is telling me, but I understand every word. When she tells me she will get cute-cute chhota chhota shorts for me, I really like it. I think she is really great and will always love me and take care of me. I also want to grow up and take care of her.

So ladies and gentlemen, that is a glimpse of my Mummy for you. More as we go along.

Cheerio