Every night, for the last few days, this pattern of conversation has been repeating …
The bedtime story is over, the lights are switched off, and then I am lying there in the dark, listening to their take on life…
So, here goes:
Ameya: Amma, when will you die?
Ananya: When we grow up.
Ameya: When we grow up, this building will fall and you will die? ( I do not know where she caught the building idea)
Me: I may not die exactly when this building falls…
Ameya: When you die , will you tell God to send you back?
Ananya: She may not come back as a human being, she may be a cow, a goat, anything…( dont know where she heard that!)
Ameya: Dont worry, when you die, I will catch hold of your dupatta tightly and hide behind you and come with you to God…and ask him to send you back!
Ananya( already in tears by now): AMEYA! STOP THIS! You are making me cry!
The session ends with me comforting them over my own funeral with reassurances that I will not die very soon!
Makes me wonder, what will my real funeral be like????
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