My dearest boys,
When you guys were born many moons ago, I was super proud and super happy, like all other mothers of course. It is another issue that I was also super anxious, tentative and unsure whether I could handle not only the two tiny, squirming babies in my arms (like literally), but also my new role as a mother.
As all mothers, I wanted and prayed for the world to be at my boys’ feet. I wanted you to be the best, the smartest, the most intelligent … in short, winners all the way.
Since as far back as I can remember, I’ve been a huge fan of the guy who introduces himself on screen as ‘Bond, James Bond!’
If memory serves me right, my tryst with the suave British agent No. 7 with a license to kill, began when I was all of 10 years or thereabouts. A family friend’s wife had gone off to her parent’s place for a few weeks and my mother sent the enforced bachelor a couple of meals to see him through. That kind man wanting to return the favour, did it in the only way he knew – he invited our family out on a movie date. And that was how and why we found ourselves in one of the two cinema theatres in the city of Panjim in Goa, watching Roger Moore in ‘For your eyes only.’ My first ever James Bond movie.
Myself Kamalamma from Kunjibettu, Karnataka.
Yesterday I am simply sitting on sofa and reading newspaper and happy thoughts are coming into mind. I am thinking maybe our bhuloka is slowly coming out of its 2-year grahana and there is sunlight again.
Countries are finally opening their airports and their hotels. So people are again becoming tourists. They are buying new Reebok shoes and new suitcases and starting to go here, there and everywhere. But maybe some people are still afraid of going to crowded places so they are looking for places where there are less people and no virus!
Dear Bachchan Sir,
Myself Kamalamma from Kunbjibettu, Karnataka.
What to tell you Sir, I am thinking to write since many days but the Mister is saying as if Big B is having no better work than to sit and read Kamalamma’s letter. Then I am getting little irritated and I am taking it like one challenge and I am telling him I will make nice payasa with cashew nuts and elaichi and all, the day Mr. Bachchan reads my letter! All ingredients are ready in kitchen.
It’s not about the winning, it’s the participation that counts.
Yeah right! Whoever said this had better speak for himself – because for us mothers, we’re all in it to win it! You can argue about it till you’re blue in the face, but that’s the truth.
Hey y’all, welcome to the 8th episode of my series Twin’talising Tales.