Sitting at the dining table, doing my work. Toy is beside me – she’s also doing some writing, while her newborn 2-month old Ryan is sleeping tight, all swaddled up. I love to kiss him when he’s asleep.
Mom’s on the sofa doing accounts. Dad is uncomfortable on a red swing back chair. The TV is on, and we all don’t know what to watch. So the best bet is the news, and right now Entertainment Quarter on Headlines Today is happening.
Occasionally, mom switches to Big Boss, and all of us crib about the fights, the noise all the residents are making, the nasty comments, and dad always asks the same question: What’s the point of this show?
Dad keeps reading out loud the scrolling news, and dad and mom discuss at length, and voice out their opinions. I get to learn some GK right here. And of course, the nightly comments follow…
‘Pass me water,’
‘Will you soak almonds before sleeping?’
‘Who’s cleaning the table?’
‘Please switch of the light in this room’
‘Why do we have so many lights on?’
‘Vidya Balan is talking nasty things..chee chee’
‘OMG, Vidya Balan is doing some Oo-lala steps – horrible’
I am so gonna miss all this. Their comments. Everything.
Suddenly, every small moment has become so precious.