Days have changed so much that on Diwali, I did not wake up to the sound of crackers. I didn't know that there were many more changes that I had to accept.
A short extract from our conversations (kids and me)......................
Me: Get up babies(they still are my babies). I have the special Diwali oil for you guys along with the marundhu(digestive powder).
Daughter: AMMA.....please apply very little oil on my head because the straightening effect on my hair will reduce and it costed a bomb for me. A big yuck! for the marundhu.
Me: Oho ;)......
Me: And Suraj, what happened to your new dress? What happened to your new one?
Son: It is a new one Amma. Torn jeans are in fashion.
Me: (Controlling my anger) Ok fine! Atleast let us go and meet and greet our friends.
Children: Mom, we have already wished and posted our pics in Fb, Whatsapp, Instagram and Snapchat. We have got enough of likes for our posts,so please,we aren't moving_/\_We are also not interested in bursting crackers.
Me: Seeing them not lifting their heads from their phones, i got irritated, annoyed, shocked in seeing my kids getting drowned in a brain draining device.
I felt like attaching a hydrogen bomb to their mobiles!....................................
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