It is 7.02 in the morning, Rinku went out to jog 15 minutes ago and I am at home to be with our Ridhima who is ofcourse sleeping. She will wake up any moment and I shall have to attend to her leaving everything aside. Let me tell you, most kids do not like getting up in the morning and handling them then is a challenge, add this up that her mom is also not around. Rinku has started going to jog in the morning since yesterday and I have decided to stay put at home encouraging her to lose weight. This makes for a legendary trail of tales but anyways.
Its been almost 15 days since Ridhima and her mom came back from Pune, So much so her mamaji also reached America yesterday. Ridhima just yelled ''Mamma' from her bed and I have to rush. She would not listen to anything. Thankfully Rinku just came back and I could save my dear life.
Ridhima attended a workshop last Saturday at my office. She along with her mom was pretty engrossed making snowman and other things there. Snowman hardly resembles anything of climate in Mumbai. Precipitation is such an integral part of life in this part of the world that we still sleep under the fan at night.. December is already half way through and there is no trace of winter.
The vocabulary of Ridhima has grown multi-fold and she now uses the correct words at will. Punctuation has also improved, she now cracks jokes and stories have always been her favourite. She narrated a few in my office to my colleagues as well. She does not care for a plot or a protagonist she would narrate a story out of thin air.
