... you leave home for office without a rain-coat on your 2-wheeler and suddenly it starts drizzling and you start "Please God ..not now ..please please ..please mole(daughter) ...please Kuttai (t to be pronounced as in tea...) ...sweetiepie ...please" ...only to realize in a few minutes your sweetiepie isn't responsible for the rains but the heavenly Father or the rain Gods(aren't they the same?). My mol(daughter) is responsible only for the mess in my house, only for checking what happens when a glass is dropped, only for pulling out the long traditional curd crusher (from God knows where) and hitting it around on tables, chairs, glass panes. She is only responsible for pouring water around the house in the name of gardening and have me slip on it. She is responsible for only emptying the talcum on the floor and then applying it on her face. She is responsible only for undoing all the cleaning the maid does even before she leaves. She is responsible for just letting me live with my heart in my mouth by standing on the edge of the table and beckoning me to come and catch her and she will start running off in the opposite direction on the dinning table. She is only responsible for plucking leaves and flowers off her granny's garden and throwing them in the house for the fragrance I believe.
"God, please ...give me some patience ..please ..please ..Kuttai please ...please mole" ... Oops not Kuttai's department again!!