Holi hai!

Holi is Hrit Naisha’s all time favourite festival. Where else will you have permission to play with water, dirty water at that, to your heart’s content? Hrit was as usual down and on two-hourly nebulisation so I was a little reluctant to let them play but there’s no way he would miss holi. I’d been holding them off for pre-holi playing and that was bad enough. (I did allow them to play in the bathroom). Anyway on Holi day I made a special ‘vest’ for Hrit out of a plastic bag and made him wear it on his regular vest and over that came his kurta. yes he wore a kurta dhoti because obviously Naisha would wear her chaniya choli.. It was a fastabal (festival) after all. So they went down all set with their pichkaris. When I went down a little later.. there they were colour splattered, drenched to the skin making gulal bhel. Don’t know what that means? Well there were many gulal heaps kept for everyone and Hrit Naisha were busy mixing them together. Thankfully it was Holi and no one was really bothered about what colour the gulal really was.

After about an hour of water play I dragged them home. And surprise surprise Hrit’s vest was almost completely dry. Three cheers for a good idea.

Dadu Dadima are here

Papa and mummy are here and no one could be happier than Hrit and Naisha. When Hrit woke up, the first thing he said was, “mama should I run and see if Dadu, dadima are still there.”
Naisha agreed to let mummy feed her.. a first. And she chats away non stop. She was telling her, “Dadi jab main kuchh sweet baat karti hoon toh mama kehti hai main dadima hoon.” Can’t deny she does chat like a dadima often.
While leaving for school she’s telling papa and mummy, “Apna dhyan rakhiyega.” Gawd!

Mama or Tulika?

Here’s a conversation I had with N:
Says she,” Mama when I grow up can I call you Tulika or will I have to still call you mama?”
“Well I am also growing up along with you. Even when you grow up I’ll be older than you so you’ll still have to call me mama,” I said. “But aap toh two times milk nahin drink karti hain toh aap kaise badi hongi? I will grow older than you,” comes her reply.
I’m now trying to get used to the idea of being on first name terms with my daughter… hmmmm.

Naisha Singh

Hrit Naisha have another classmate called Naisha Rutla. I presume the teachers would be addressing Naisha along with her surname.. and so Hrit is calling Naisha ‘Naisha Singh’ these days. Sounds strange… Naisha Singh come here… Naisha Singh chalo khelein. Another ‘phase’ I have to put up with. 🙂