Desire ??

25 December 2016

"Mumma" "Ishima"

"Haan Ruhi. Adi. What's the matter beta? Are the babies bothering you."

Ishita paused in her task of wrapping presents and called out to her two older children, who were supposed to be minding the two younger ones. Ishaan and Raashi were almost six months old now, could flop over on their stomachs and backs at will, were trying to crawl, slithered around on their stomachs like chubby little snakes and were using their new teeth to bite anything and everything. They needed constant looking after and luckily for Ishita, she had no shortage of babysitters when Aarti was on her day off. Today however was Christmas, and many of the family were away for the holidays, with those remaining busy with chores for the party that night. Which is why the babysitting duties had fallen on Adi and Ruhi.

"Kya hua Adi?" ( What's the matter Adi? ) she repeated, as no one answered her question.

"Just the twins are trying to bite each other Ishima" Adi's voice came back across the hall, muffled with laughter

"Just put them at separate corners beta" Ishita called back.

"But they start crying when you separate them Ishima" Adi appeared at the door to Ruhi's bedroom, which his Ishima had made into her present wrapping station, with his little brother in his arms. Ishaan was indeed crying, squirming in his brothers arms to try and get down, but he quietened down when he saw his mother.

"Gooo waaa ccha " he screamed in delight, straining to try and get to her.

"Oh no, Adi beta please take him away. I still have so many presents to wrap. Ishaan betu, mumma is busy mera baccha, aap bhaiyya aur didi aur Raashi ke saath khelo na please. Mera accha baccha." ( Ishaan sonny, mumma is busy my baby. You play with your brother and your big sister and Raashi please. My good boy)

But Ishaan had seen his favorite person and there was no stopping him now. He screamed loudly and lunged towards his mother, his brother managing to hold him with difficulty. "Ishaan, no, let's go" Adi said, and Ishaan glared at his big brother, before latching onto his cheek with his four teeth.

"Awooouch" cried Adi, and Ishita sighed. "Bilkul shaitaan ho gaye ho Ishaan" ( You're an absolute devil these days Ishaan) she said loudly, starting to get up.

"Excuse me. What did you just call my son?"

Ishita looked up in relief as her husband entered the room, his arms full of shopping bags, his eyebrows cocked as he mock glared at her.

"Raman" she called out in relief. "Please na, aap in dono ko sambhalo. Mujhe abhi bhi kitni saari wrapping karni hai, aur yeh aap hi se sambhalte hai. Inke tedhe medhe harkaton sirf inke tedhe medhe papa hi sambhal sakte hai. Warna kitne badmash ho rahe hai dono. Yeh dekho Adi ko daat kaat raha hai yeh chota Raavan." ( Raman, please look after these two. I still have so much gift wrapping to do, and you're the only one who can control them. Their crooked ways can only be understood by their crooked papa. They are getting so naughty. And look this junior Raavan is biting Adi)

Raman put his load of parcels on Ruhi's bed next to his wife and grinned at her. "Tedha medha huh? Lekin dimaag toh kamaal ka hai. Waise, you need to use your brains madrassan" he smirked. "These are all pre wrapped. And madam, yeh kya, jab naughty ho toh chota Raavan aur jab aacha hai toh tumhara madrasi Rajnikant?" (Crooked, huh? But I have a better brain than yours. And by the way, you need to use your brains madrassan. These are all pre wrapped. And madam, what is this, when he is naughty, he is a junior Raavan and when he is being good he is your South Indian Rajnikant?)