The resident 5 year old hears me sing this throughout the day and ends up asking the meaning of Dil, Thoda and Kachcha. With the forever preoccupied mind, I say Heart, Little and Raw without realizing the context. 2 minutes later I get questioned – Heart is little raw? Like it needs to be cooked more?
Even before it registered, I hear – Ewww!!

Off topic, she refuses to eat chicken as she is not able to accept that someone actually has to kill a chicken for her to eat it. She is so my girl !
The little 2 year old on the other hand refuses to leave the bits sticking to the bone even. Totally papa’s girl !!
Whoever said we should not compare our kids !!!

PS: This is a song from Ishqiya sung by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.
(Updated with another youtibe video with lyrics ).

Yesterday night, D wanted a new real story to be told, real like in Greg Mortenson uncle’s school stories (Three cups of tea). The father surrenders to the request and barely manages to keep his eyes open while churning out some African on-the-spot tale set in Serengeti. They ended up into an argument over the elephant eating oranges Vs dirty green grass.

D says Good Night papa and cuddles with me. Her eyes are wide open, I ask her to keep them closed and try to sleep. Also muttering.. Tomorrow is school day.. bus won’t wait for late kids.. you’ll miss out on all the school fun.. the usual threats which her sensory organs must have become immune to, by now.

She says “Smile”

The patience quo dries up, I tell her with that not-so-pleasant tone that I am in no mood for nautanki at 9:30 in the night. If she does not want to sleep, she can take a book and read. I am feeling sleepy and I am going to sleep.

She replies “I am saying smile and sleep, mumma. If you sleep with a smiling face and think about stuff you like, you’ll get a happy dream. If you sleep being cranky, you’ll get bad dreams.”

Sounds familiar, where have I heard that before? It all comes back, the good, the bad and the ugly!!