saad is sitting on the lawn swing placed in the corner of the small lawn. his legs swing to and fro along with the ‘jhola’ as he likes to call it. Mama (my) walks out in the lawn and is about to sit on the swing with saad, when he plainly refuses to let her.
mama: (still sits, half smiling) let me sit with you saadi
saad: (reluctant and concerned) no, you cant…
mama: (already sitting with him, both swinging together in the as the winter sun shines mildly above them) why cant i?
saad: this is phopo/ aunt’s(me) place. she was sitting here. just went in…
mama: ok i will get up when your phopo comes
phopo walks out by this time.
saad: phopo is here, ap jao ab/ you can go now
Phopo all dressed up, with long earrings dangling from her ears and a pink lip gloss on her lips. she goes to visit little Bia.
Bia: (looks closely and after some thinking) phopo why is your lipstick so shiny?
the child cuts in, ready with another question
Bia: why is your lipstick so pink?
phopo: it is…
Bia: (almost touching phopo’s lips with her tiny index finger) oooooo its sooo shiny!