An ode to..ahem..you!

I have written multiple posts about “you”, you know. But never about ‘You’, as such. Trust me, you were always in the picture though.You were in every decision I made. Every prayer I prayed.

I missed your company in every meal. I missed your voice in every chat.

 

I miss talking to you about every detail in my life, as it happened. I miss fighting with you just because I was bored.

 

I miss contradicting to everything u said, just because we can talk more, you could talk more. You know you have a very sweet voice (but u sing terribly though).

I miss teasing you, with every arbit girl in the world, when I actually know who mattered the most to you <ssh…secret>.

 

I sooo miss talking nonsense with you. And make you listen as if it’s the most important thing in the world you should be concentrating on.

 

I miss being silly. I miss being childish. More than all that, I miss you treating me like a kid.

 

 

Its so boring being all grown up, and acting formal. I don’t want to do that. I don’t mind sending poop smileys to prove that! Trust me, even when i am 60, I will call you up and fight with you.

 

 

Actually, I am not even going to be a grown up. Grown up’s hide all the above things and feel shitty inside. See..I am broadcasting J

 

 

Sunny Son.

We were getting ready for bed, and addu lying next to be, looked at my face very intently for 10 seconds. Then comes out of his mouth ” Shiaa, your nose is a pentagon”.  And its true, i realised 😐

Addu had just taken a bath and i was running behind him to wipe his head. He went..started jumping on the sofa, and started shaking his bum. And then with utmost enthusiasm, he says ” shiaa look, my susu is wriggling”.

My Husband, the big A was in US for a week, and addu missed him terribly. A came back sunday night at 1230, and by then Addu had slept off. So we dint wake him up. Early morning at 5..he realised his papa was there sleeping down, next to the bed. He woke me up, and said “Shia, i want to sleep with papa. Go clean the kitchen”. I was so sleepy, i said addu let me sleep, and still he kicked me out, dint let me sleep down, and kept saying “go clean the kitchen”. i slammed the door and slept in the other room, and he snuggled happily with his dad. Ass.

In my household, idly is staple food. Not a day passes by without me making idly. One day, tired of these round white steamy thingys, i made amazing brocolli upma, and was pretty exited to give the two (idly-fans )  upma.  So i take some in a plate, and go to addu, and he runs away seeing it. “I no want upma please. I want idly”. I say , addu, upma is so nice..tasty. come. He keeps saying “Upma is dirty. I no want ‘that’..its stinky”. Me, tired of his vocabulary and whining, run after him and lift him up and get him to table. All set to stuff him up with upma, i call my husband to eat, and he says ” What is this upma, i want idly. Why isint there idly?”. Sigh!

‘Addu, i love u soo much’ ‘ Shia, i love you tooo..’  i kiss his cheek, he kisses my cheek. ‘Shia, you are beautiful and i am handosme’ ‘Thank you addu’ ‘shia i dont want to eat dal..only idly’ ( i know where this is going) ‘Dal is tasty addu’ ‘ Shia, i love you, please i want to eat idly ‘ ‘ Addu no, we are eating dal, no idly today’ ‘ Shia, please scratch my bum’ <grrrrrr>

So much thats happened. So less i remember. sigh.