(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda)
In the train, there’s this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who’s only about a few months old, every time it cries: “Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us, so we have to behave like a big boy. And I can’t take care of her if you keep crying. So cry when we reach home, please?”
And then makes funny faces at the infant, who pauses the crying to just stare at the older brother.
Jayati Doshi
24th March, 2016. 5.37pm
(a tad bit) like life. 