Last evening, I had a particularly interesting and sweetly poignant experience while going home in the suburban Mumbai local. The train was crowded, when I got in. As soon as it pulled off, a two-year-old girl asked her mother about the whereabouts of her father.
I told my first-born 12+ something son to buy some bread, a chore he always did, and he turned around and asked, “What’s in it for me?”
Ma insisted I call her Naniji. Said it was only fair that I show some respect. Dropping the ji after Nani was one of my first acts of defiance as an adolescent.
With Father’s Day around the corner, it is time to appreciate all that our Dad has done to make our life beautiful.
I have a new pastime. Fishing. Nope… not the kind you do in serene settings, at a riverbank, with no one to hurry you. Where the trees rustle in the gentle breeze, and where you doze while you fish for the ultimate catch… Noooo, not that kind.
I read a lot, and call myself obsessed about parenting. Now days I do a lot of research on topics that I can’t find a solution for as far as my daughter is concerned.