It took us 15 odd days to come back to Mumbai after completing the last rites of Daadi. Best part, it went well. Ridhima immediately resumed her play school and the pressure to get an admission in a better school is mounting on me as I write. Ridhima has more than 20 books today, most of them bought by me, including a few given to her from the school. Believe me, she has by hearted each one of them flipping through them multiple times a day. This happens when you keep your child in the urban milieu where she does not get a chance to play and mix that much with other kids of her age. She loves her school only because there are other children who are there to play with.
She has picked up things very fast, there is absolutely no problem when it comes to teaching her anything new. You tell her a story and she will try to copy it and tell this to her mom, yes with more feelings than substance - her eyes starts to roll, she will move her hands in sync to cast the maximum effect. Ridhima loves drawing, the walls of our home is the living proof we have. She has not spared an inch on any of the walls as long as she reaches there.
She knows how to manipulate, I think, this one thing she has been knowing from a long time now. Crying aloud making everything shudder is still her last deadly weapon in order to dictate her terms. You dont want to mess with her when she is upset, the best option is to surrender. I mean, how can you possibly negotiate when the other party is so forthcoming.
Chocolate is still the best thing in the world for her. She would not mind eating one as the first thing when she wakes up in the morning. Refrigerator is very much within her reach so our warning hardly score. We try and hide it, this we (Rinku & I) are still good at.
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