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Part III
“Come on Devansh.” ASR said testily. “Enough of this nonsense. Come down immediately for lunch.”
Guddu stiffened and he wore a matching expression. “Where’s Mom?”
“I told you! She is busy. And so is Nani.” ASR added.
“Busy where?” Guddu insisted.
“Just busy.” Arnav repeated feeling out of his depth as Chotti joined them. “Did you finish your lunch?”
“You were taking so long and I was feeling scared,” mumbled Chotti.
“Where’s Mom?” Devansh shouted
“Devansh don’t you dare…” ASR flared up.
“Is she in the hospital? Is she…is she…” Guddu’s voice shook despite himself.
“No!” Arnav was aghast. “Not at all! She’s fine. She’s gone shopping with Nani and Bua. Some wedding coming up,” he finished weakly. “Come for lunch and you can speak to her.” He awkwardly patted Devansh on the head. “Don’t worry. She’s fine. I promise.”
“Why didn’t Mamma take me shopping?” wailed Chotti. “I love shopping.”
“Mom never goes shopping at this time.” Guddu wasn’t so easy to convince. “She’s always home when I come.”
“So today for a change I am home.” Arnav ran a frazzled hand over his hair. “Isn’t that just as good?”
There was a depressing silence from Guddu although Chotti made up for it by giving him a hug. “Yes Daddy. Come Da, let’s finish lunch and then Daddy will play with us. He even promised to tell the story…”
“Did you and Mom have a fight?” Guddu clenched his fists and glared at Arnav. “Has she left us?”
“No!” Arnav gave up and called Khushi. “Hello Khushi…”
“Itni jaldi haar gaye?” She commiserated in a gloating tone. “tsk tsk tsk bechare Arnav.”
“Oh shut up Khushi.” Arnav snapped and instantly regretted it as Guddu’s face crumpled. He softened his tone. “Nice to know you are having a good time Khushi. Just talk to Deva will you? He is rather worried about your well being,” he held out the phone to Devansh.
Unwilling to be left out, Chotti clamored for her share of Mamma and a bit of whine and rant – how dare she go shopping without Chotti?
“Okay?” Arnav searched his son’s face.
Embarrassed, Guddu shrugged nonchalantly. “Whatever.” He mumbled.
“Mamma is at the hospital.” Chotti announced happily.
Instantly Guddu’s brow darkened. “She’s not!” he denied hotly. “She’s shopping. She told…”
“Arre Buddhoo,” Chotti scorned, “You really should clean your ears while bathing. She said she is NOT shopping but at the hospital.” She gave a dramatic pause, which made even Arnav’s heart rate increase. Was there more to this sudden ‘challenge’ by Khushi?
Chotti coughed importantly. “Mamma has taken Nani to visit her friend who is admitted in the hospital.” Arnav surreptitiously wiped his brow but the seed of doubt had been sown. What was she doing at the hospital? He fretted. Was it as she had told Angel or was she bluffing again? But he would have to get to the bottom of that later for there were other rather urgent and pressing concerns that needed to be taken care otherwise they too would have to visit the hospital.
While he had been indulging in his favorite daydream of ‘How dare you KKGSR’ Chotti had snickered at Guddu for being a Mamma’s boy and thinking she had left them. Devansh’ ego couldn’t take so much battering (at least not on an empty stomach and definitely not from Chotti). He flew off the handle and they were both rolling about on the floor, each hell bent on murdering the other.
“Enough!” ASR barked as he pulled them apart and physically dragged them to the dining table even as his phone rang insistently. “Sit!” His voice brooked no hanky panky.
Suffering withdrawal symptoms, Aman had chosen this moment to call up ASR. “What?” He snarled.
Wide-eyed Chotti began pecking at her food while Guddu sat mutinously. “Da,” she kicked him under the table, “Daddy is really angry.”
“I’m not blind.” Retorted Guddu with a return kick. “And when isn’t he?”
“Haww!” Chotti sat up straight. “How can you say that?!! He’s the best Daddy in the WHOLE world.”
“I don’t know about the best but he may be the angriest.” scoffed an out-of-sorts Deva.
“And you are the most selfishest person.” Chotti chastised him, “You know Daddy has diabetes and falls sick if he doesn’t eat on time? If you don’t eat, he also won’t eat. Do you want him to faint?”
Guddu blenched.
“Or die?” her voice shook.
“I don’t care if the President of Mars is coming.” ASR cut into Aman’s excited crackle. “Cancel my appointments. And don’t call me again.” He glared at the phone in his hand. “Now what the hell is wrong with this phone?” He fumed.
Devansh perked up. “Let me see.” He plucked the phone out of Arnav’s hand. “What’s the problem exactly?” He asked as he ran a professional eye over the phone.
“Noth…” ASR reached out to take the phone but changed tactics. “I don’t know!” he said rather helplessly. “It keeps hanging. I’ve tried everything in the book…”
“What’s this App?” Deva was busy scanning ASR’s phone. “Kill Bill?”
Arnav shrugged, “No Idea. I thought you or Angel must have downloaded it on our last trip to…”
“I didn’t,” Deva denied, “And I doubt if Chotti would be able to download any app,” he scoffed.
“Excuse me?” Chotti said haughtily looking remarkably like a mini ASR. “Of course I know how to download apps.” She peered over his arm. “Which one? Kill Bill? No that’s not mine, besides isn’t that something to do with bills? Maybe Mamma…”
“Why should she download on Dad’s phone?” Deva argued. “Dad, I think this a rogue app. I am deleting it.” He restarted the phone. “I think it should work fine now.” He handed it to Arnav. “Let me know if it doesn’t.”
“Sure. Thank you.” Arnav said meekly. “Shall we have lunch? Angel, have I told you the story about how Grandmamaji made friends with the Martians and set up ARDesigns over there?”
“No, Daddy.”
“It’s a very interesting tale. You see it happened that Mamaji’s space capsule got lost and instead of the Moon, he landed on Mars.”
“Ooh then what happened?” All eyes, Chotti chewed her food. Arnav heaved a mental sigh of relief as from the corner of his eye he saw Devansh pull up a plate.
“A lot of exciting stuff. What’ll you have Deva?” He asked casually. “Rice or roti?”
“Rice.” Devansh served himself and tucked in hungrily.
“Angel, you didn’t finish your roti? You know you are lucky not to be on Mars.”
“Why?” Chotti obligingly took a bite.
A starving Arnav also dug in. “They don’t have rice or roti.”
“Then what do they eat?”
“Algae.”
“Algae? What’s that?” Chotti was curious.
“Green slimy stuff.” Arnav spoke with his mouth full. “Finish up and I’ll show you a photo on my phone.”
“I finished.” Chotti pushed away her plate.
“But you just had one roti! Your Mamma said you have two rotis.”
“Only sometimes,” Chotti prevaricated, “very rarely.” She crossed her fingers.
“She’s lying Dad.” Guddu couldn’t let this opportunity slip, “She always has two rotis unless she’s sick or something. Mom doesn’t let her get up from her chair until she finishes…”
“Daddy do you know Da has his social studies exam tomorrow? He doesn’t know anything in social studies.” She said with relish.
“It’s not an exam, stupid. It’s just a silly test. They don’t count.” Devansh shot daggers with his eyes and promised just deserts later. Chotti stuck out her tongue at him.
“Yech.” Guddu retched. “Don’t do that – not while eating.” He gagged. “With all that muck…”
“Okay okay, enough now.” Arnav interrupted mildly, “who wants an ice cream?”
“There’s no ice cream in the fridge.” Chotti picked at her food.
“How do you know?” Both Guddu and ASR were surprised.
“Don’t you remember Da. Last month …” she clammed up.
“Oh right!” Devansh tapped his chin with an unholy glint, “you filched ice cream from the freezer and then left the freezer door open…”
“Daddy you’ll have to really sit on Da’s head to make him social studies.” She shook her head. “He really hates it…”
“Dad what’s for dessert?”
“I don’t know.” Arnav scratched his head. “I thought there would be ice cream.” He said the first thing that came to his mind.
“Didn’t Mamma make anything?” Devansh asked. “She always does.”
Arnav’s heart sank. Khushi had discussed the menu with him and he had vetoed dessert.
“They like to have something sweet after lunch.” Khushi had warned.
“They can have some fruit. Sugar is not good for health, I think you know that?” He had said pointedly.
Khushi had shrugged. “Have it your way, but they usually have milk and fruits at around 6 pm. But,” she smiled sweetly, “You’re the boss.”
Yes! He was the boss.
“I can order something…” Arnav offered.
*** to be continued***
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Good food can bring back the spark to the dullest of days and lives doesn’t it? Like my son declared some years ago “It’s almost impossible to be angry on a full stomach.” Since then I have noticed, it is harder to be upset after food – the next time someone at home is cranky you know what to do right? 😉
A beautiful sunset at the end of a less than idyllic day. A new day awaits and hope surges things can only be better.
While his elders (and little girls!) prefer to take the more sedate route and dress up like their ancestors did.
A prefect green circle in the midst of a chaotic entangled bushy jungle
When life clings on and persists in the unlikeliest of places.
Of trees that perk up after long cold dreary overcast days and engage in a bit of arm wrestling under a perfect and gorgeously blue sky – from all the way from Dublin, Ireland.
Do you find joy and happiness in the little things of life? Did anything here make you smile? Do let me know!
This one is at the left corner and its branches intermingle with the middle one – almost as if they were one. If you visited my earlier post 
They were both here, right under my nose. That’s the middle mango tree on the left and the third one on the right. I don’t need to ask you if you can see the difference between the two mango trees.
One is lush green and yellow, overloaded with fresh luscious leaves, heavily pregnant so to speak, just waiting to pop out mangoes. And the other, stuck in a time warp with its dark sparse leaves, stagnant and unchanging through the seasons. As if it had given up on life, barely hanging on – a gust of wind would be enough to snap it, end it all.
Within the dry hard winter leaves nestled tender, fresh shiny leaves, lime and brown. Can you see?
Kolams are not only decorative but are also believed to bring prosperity. 
Every morning, women of the house clean their homes, courtyard, road and draw patterns with rice flour. The kolams are generally drawn while the surface is still damp so the design will hold better. As a child I remember watching Aunty as she drew bigger and bigger patterns without moving from her crouched position on the floor with just a flick of her wrist holding the rice powder between her thumb and forefinger. It was like magic.
Walking back from the beach after witnessing a breathtaking sunrise, I was taken aback to see kolams on the road. The streets were deserted now but soon they would be bustling with activity. The patterns were sure to be trampled upon – why would anyone deliberately let their work of art be destroyed?
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