Interesting discussions between the twins

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This afternoon, after school we were driving over the worli-haji ali flyover when Nish pointed out to the dirty water in the pumping station below. “Is that the sea?” he asked. “Nope”, i replied. “That’s where all the dirty water comes from around here…sewage” He nodded like he understood “Who lives there?” he asked. “Nobody” i replied. “Someone lives there” he said…”Yes” piped Sid “Fish!” 

“No” said Nish. “It’s so dirty. FIsh don’t live there. Crabs live there” 

“Why do fish not live there?” asked Sid

“It’s is dirty naa…then they will also get dirty. and then how will the fisherman sell them if they are dirty. His knife will also get dirty. Fish don’t live there”

“And crabs?” asked Sid

“Crabs can be dirty. It’s ok” 

 

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Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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