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The day I left, I was carrying Anjali and playing with her.
"Got you!" I said. "I am not going to let you go!"
Now, if it was Sophia, or even if it had been any other day, I would have gotten the run away "Let me go!!" response, followed by a strugle, a wiggle and an escape. But it didnt happen
"Ok. Good!" said Anjali. "dont let me go. Dont go to Italy mummy!"
This morning, I was on skype and Anjali came on screen.
"Why you are not coming home from office mama?" she asked
She has learnt in school how to write and something about Mother's day. So I have a red card, which she showed me over skype and very quickly, while I was talking, scribbled "I *heart* u" on a piece of white paper. I believe she has picked it up from school
All week before I left, we did stuff pending to my departure. THe girls gave me flowers to put in my bag. Then Anjali wrote random notes in notepads for me to put in my wallet, and we have a countdown chart where she could color hearts counting down to the day I would return home.
And they have their boxes, and patti, and Chitra patti, and daddy working from home, and a concert to Maya Ravan, whereas I am stuck in the middle of no where
Granted, the scenery is excellent, but it is not quite the same as having a couple of girls giving you hugs and smelling guina pig poo and collecting worms.
Though I guess the girls would have had a great time here, but they would get bored in a matter of days. You cant do much here unless you are into hiking, climbing and stuff, which are mostly adulty activities.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Why you are not coming home mama?
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