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The spunky tots.

The twins resented being brushed aside at every family meeting. So what, if they were the youngest? So what, if they hadn't experienced life as much as the elders?  "We do have a god-damned brain inside our skulls!"  burst out Bella, the younger of the 7 year old twins, born a few minutes after Brian, her identical brother - her comrade-in-arms.

                  Six heads turned to the direction the tiny, quivering voice came from. SIx pairs of eyes looked aghast as they narrowed in on the pretty pink face, now flushed a deep red. The pin drop silence seemed to deafen every ear.  Not a muscle moved, not a mouth mumbled. It was as if they all were waiting for the next move.

                Finally, the tiny voice spoke again,"I just meant that if Stevie, the idiot, could listen in on your plans, then, so could we! We know where you have been hiding the money."

               And, there was pin drop silence, again.    

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My favourites.

We all have, don't we?  Favourites - books, clothes, movies, actors, writers, bloggers...the list goes on. We have a soft corner for these favourites. And,if they happen to be our favourite people, then anything they do, how ever they do it, we appreciate them, admire them. We become their die-hard fans. And, they, our idols.  It's as if, they can do no wrong!

                      Since stepping into the world of blogging, I have met some amazing people, who are not just great writers, but wonderful human beings, as well. Interacting with them, reading and learning from their work and receiving their guidance, has made these bloggers my favourites.  I have become quite partial towards these people, for whom there is a special place in my heart.  I consider every post of their's a masterpiece (which they may never agree, but I am not paying any heed!)

Pawan Hegde, the first blogger, who really admired my writing (wonder what he felt worth admirable t…

My Encyclopaedia, my Google - my Mum!

Life, today, has become pretty easy for us humans, thanks to computers! I mean, life is tough, but when it comes to finding information on how to fight the various battles in our life, all it takes is a single click, and, Voila! we have an answer, with countless options, ready to help us out of our mess! Or so, we think. But, way back, when this Big C wasn't invented, we had another, much more reliable source of information, which guaranteed a clean rescue from our problems, and that was (and is even now) our mother!

               Really, today, when I look back, I realise, what a treasure trove of knowledge my mother has been! She has an answer to each and every question; and a logical one, at that.  I really wonder, how she could gather and process all that information and supply it so efficiently, as and when required! I have read somewhere, that every new generation comes  blessed with more grey matter than the previous one. But, when I think about my moth…

The final decision.

"Mamma, who put all this water here?" little Rimi asked her mother as she trailed her, her tiny feet  straining to step into the  footprints left behind by her mother.
"God put it there," Lata answered, mechanically. Lost in her thoughts, Lata was oblivious to her daughter following her, oblivious of the rest of her family left far behind on the beach, oblivious of the approaching waves that were now getting bigger with every passing minute.

               How much life had changed in the last few years! Rimi's birth was to bring happiness into their lives, bring Lata and Ravi closer to each other; on the contrary, the chasm between them had only widened: Ravi's affair, her in-laws being cross with her for giving them a granddaughter, instead of a grandson, her own depression threatening to get out of control.

            Each day seemed to bring with it a fresh set of problems for Lata. And, she couldn't even find a way out of it. Try as she might, she …