| My Brother Krish: Short Story |
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| Talent Writing & Literature | ||||
| Submitted by Anjaline | ||||
Page 2 of 2 Sometimes, Krish would love his Mom. She would tell him stories at the bed-time. She was not very likeable when she would force him to eat spinach. No little boys like spinach, Nan says when she visits in summer holidays. Nan is a funny looking creature. Mom says we shouldn’t say that. Nan is 75 and hence a little slow. When Krish asked when he would be 75 because it sounds interesting. Mom said ‘’Long way to go, love’’. Mom would say Krish was not a little boy. And yes, Krish was taller than Mom. Mom always wears aprons. It has a big Garfield on it. The apron is pink. Krish often wants to know why it is not green. And mom would say, pink is colour for girls. She would laugh after that. It was a complicated joke been told quite seriously. Because, Dad calls Mom ‘’M’lady’’. And that when Mom laughs she would have no voice and it is just when she’s nearly finished laughing we come to know that she’s laughing. It’s funny the way, one shoulder would go up. It’s like a sea-saw. But Mom has the most beautiful eyes in the world. It would twinkle like a star. She’s slender and tall. And she cooks the best pineapple-upside-down cake in the world. Sometimes, Krish and I would sneak in the night and lick the cream off it. And we would also share a pineapple on the top of the cake. Mom would know immediately. She says she would count and that’s how she knows. She’s so good at Maths. She also says that she could see the little fingers in the cake. She’s so clever.
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