Baking a cake at home wasn’t as easy as it is today. I’m talking about those days when the microwave oven was starting to make an appearance in the market and ovens were not a natural part of a middle class household. So I was thrilled when my mother successfully baked a cake in the pressure cooker and poor thing, she was battered by my requests for a cooker baked chocolate cake. I would ask her about this every now and then. So would you imagine my delight when I saw a perfectly round, huge (by the cooker standards) chocolate cake when I came home from school one day.
Pigala, pigala skunk, pigala, pigala skunk….. on and on goes the chant. It can get on the nerves, but surprisingly it doesn’t. I am marveling at the words she is making up. Her extensive vocabulary amazes me. She has very interesting questions – Why do we have day and night everyday? Where does the water in the fountain go? Why should we sleep at night and not in the day? Why is my birthday on this day and not any other? Who painted the sky blue? Why can’t I have a dog? Why should I take a bath when I have not wet the bed? Why are there no clouds today? And on and on. Very intelligent questions that are also manipulative at times. She seems so grown up already and she’s only 4. But then come moments like this, when she makes up new words or weaves her own stories. Of all her stories, I love the one about the moon. Continue reading