Last evening, Sharmila and Nikita were discussing all the events of Nikita’s first week of 4th grade (school reopened this week). Evidently, in English, they had to write about “My Hero”. She finished hers and then after school found out that her best friend had written about her mom. (Niki had not). So, Sharmila demanded to know how come she did not write about her mom as her hero.

Nikita’s unforgettable response: ” Ummm… I don’t think you are hero material”

I am like, “You go, girl” 🙂

“These are a few of my favorite shoes”… 😉
I am such a sucker for colorful running shoes.
This was Nikita’s reaction – “Dad, I am saying this only because I love you. GET SOME HELP”. 🙂

This morning conversation with mom:

She: “Ei soptahey tour-e jaas ni?”

Me: “Hnah. Gechhilam”

She: “Kobey phirli”?

Me: “Ei to porshu din. Tomay bollam na airport theke phone korchhi”?

She: “O! Kheyal korini. Ekhane bairey eto awaj sob somoy thik korey shona jay na. Kothay gechhili?”

Me: “Salt Lake City”

She (very very confused): “Tui ekhono Kolkata thekey berosni?”

🙂

Our usual date night place. Somebody is getting married here. Sharmila and I took a guess at the bride’s age. Then we got the bar singer Brandon to befriend the bride’s brother and find out the answer.
Let’s just say, we stand a good chance of getting kicked out of this place by the wedding party 🙂