A conversation with Pari
Pari's time to talk to Mummy and Daddy is daily before bedtime. She asks what they were doing, what dinner they had etc. She is used to Mummy eating Oats almost every night, and so her response everytime is, "oats are not to be eaten at night, but in the morning". (She has oats with milk in breakfast twice a week). Some random day when Mummy ate chapatis, she was suprised and asked, "why didn't you eat oats?". Mummy said, "Tomorrow onwards I will eat oats. Is that ok?". She paused, and replied, "No, you should eat oats in breakfast". From Daddy she remembers hearing 'brinjal fry' more often than any other vegetable. One day she noticed something else was told and again the same question popped up, "why didn't you eat brinjal today?".
Sometimes she asks Mummy to sing a song, one of the many that Mummy has been singing for her since Day 1 to put her to sleep. Her all-time favourites are "Chanda taala wala gaana" or "Nanhi pali wala gaana". (Pari still pronounces 'ra' as 'la'). Though she rarely falls asleep by the songs. On these phone calls Mummy also gets Pari's report from Aaji... how many mischiefs she did, what she said to whom etc.
Yesterday night, when Daddy was not on the call, Aaji told Mummy how Pari didn't allow Baba to sleep in the room (she moves a lot on the bed and keeps talking till she falls asleep), and so he left to sleep somewhere else, but she followed him there too. Poor Pari finds it difficult to sleep early (even midnight is early for her!) and doesn't understand that Aaji and Baba are old and need their proper amount of sleep at proper times. Mummy felt bad for the situation, and this is how the conversation went further (translated from Marathi):
Mummy: Pari, you trouble my parents a lot. Isn't it?
Pari: Yes, I do.
Mummy: Betu, you are Mummy's good girl. Please don't trouble my parents.
Pari: Then whom should I trouble?
Mummy: You keep in store all your mischiefs and pour them all on Mummy when she comes, but let my Mummy and Papa be in peace Will you do that?
Mummy couldn't hold her tears while saying this. Aaji sensed it, Pari didn't.
Pari: Yes I will! No no no no no I won't!
There was silence for a minute or so. Mummy was wiping tears, Aaaji didn't know what to say, and Pari didn't know what happened.
Pari: Aaji, where is Mummy hiding?
Aaji: Mummy is crying.
Pari: Why is Mummy crying?
Aaji: Mummy misses her baby, that's why.
Pari: Mummy are you crying?
Mummy: No betu, I am not.
Pari: Mummy, please cry
Mummy: I'm not crying.
Pari: Mummy please cry.
Mummy: Ok, (smiling with wet eyes) unununun...
Pari: No No, cry loudly.
Mummy: I don't know how to cry loudly.
Pari: I cry loudly. Like this AAAAAAAAA....
Mummy: (Laughing) I can't do that.
Pari: You should cry like this AAAAAAAAA....
Mummy: Small children cry loudly, big people cry silently.
Pari: Oh is it! Children cry loudly, elders cry silently.
Mummy: Yes
Pari: Don't worry Mummy. When I grow up, I will ride my pink scooter and come to you and bring you back home.
Little Pari knows how to make Mummy smile and has solution for every problem :-)
Sometimes she asks Mummy to sing a song, one of the many that Mummy has been singing for her since Day 1 to put her to sleep. Her all-time favourites are "Chanda taala wala gaana" or "Nanhi pali wala gaana". (Pari still pronounces 'ra' as 'la'). Though she rarely falls asleep by the songs. On these phone calls Mummy also gets Pari's report from Aaji... how many mischiefs she did, what she said to whom etc.
Yesterday night, when Daddy was not on the call, Aaji told Mummy how Pari didn't allow Baba to sleep in the room (she moves a lot on the bed and keeps talking till she falls asleep), and so he left to sleep somewhere else, but she followed him there too. Poor Pari finds it difficult to sleep early (even midnight is early for her!) and doesn't understand that Aaji and Baba are old and need their proper amount of sleep at proper times. Mummy felt bad for the situation, and this is how the conversation went further (translated from Marathi):
Mummy: Pari, you trouble my parents a lot. Isn't it?
Pari: Yes, I do.
Mummy: Betu, you are Mummy's good girl. Please don't trouble my parents.
Pari: Then whom should I trouble?
Mummy: You keep in store all your mischiefs and pour them all on Mummy when she comes, but let my Mummy and Papa be in peace Will you do that?
Mummy couldn't hold her tears while saying this. Aaji sensed it, Pari didn't.
Pari: Yes I will! No no no no no I won't!
There was silence for a minute or so. Mummy was wiping tears, Aaaji didn't know what to say, and Pari didn't know what happened.
Pari: Aaji, where is Mummy hiding?
Aaji: Mummy is crying.
Pari: Why is Mummy crying?
Aaji: Mummy misses her baby, that's why.
Pari: Mummy are you crying?
Mummy: No betu, I am not.
Pari: Mummy, please cry
Mummy: I'm not crying.
Pari: Mummy please cry.
Mummy: Ok, (smiling with wet eyes) unununun...
Pari: No No, cry loudly.
Mummy: I don't know how to cry loudly.
Pari: I cry loudly. Like this AAAAAAAAA....
Mummy: (Laughing) I can't do that.
Pari: You should cry like this AAAAAAAAA....
Mummy: Small children cry loudly, big people cry silently.
Pari: Oh is it! Children cry loudly, elders cry silently.
Mummy: Yes
Pari: Don't worry Mummy. When I grow up, I will ride my pink scooter and come to you and bring you back home.
Little Pari knows how to make Mummy smile and has solution for every problem :-)
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