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Mother knows best.

No, your mother is an old fool.

The sugar in the pretty, stone jar was attracting a swarm of minute, black ants. Mother looked at it every morning, when she would come down to get her cup of tea, and breakfast. She would heave a weary, sigh with herself, and would keep mum — knowing well enough the futility of saying anything, or someone listening to what she said.

“What was the point of saying anything, when the dear daughter in law would label it as infringing  and twist the words to mean something else.”

A month later, it was the same. Deciding one day to be brave the mouse ventured in front of the lion, “If you want to keep sugar in this jar, better put it in a plastic bag first with its’ opening tightly closed. The ants would be unable to get into it”.

As she suspected would happen — the sugar remained in the jar, the way it was kept previously. More ants converged daily in having a sugar party.

Mother ignored, and kept silent.




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The Wonders of Childhood

As a child wandering in our enclosed backyard, each thing — a leaf, tiny twigs fallen from the trees, butterflies, ladybugs, a blade of grass and the yellow daisies all were a source of great fascination. I was like an explorer observing any going ons in my tiny kingdom.

I remember crouching down to a hole in the ground. To my eyes it looked gigantic, and beckoned me to explore. I was freshly scrubbed and attired by mother and admonished not to get dirty. Who remembered to keep clean?  A childhood memory is so flimsy.

It was an anthill– a home to large black ants. I avidly watched the scurrying of busy ants as they went along their assigned duties given to them by their king or queen.

They paid me no attention. They may have wondered at the huge creature (me) in their midst. I poked a finger in the path of one ant. It promptly bit me, while two, three others joined in the fun. I cried at the intense pain as I tried to shake them off. I ran inside our house. Mother must have been annoyed at the dirt encrusted frock but didn’t say anything as she dried my tears.




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