When my daughter was born, life was different shades of pink. From pretty frocks to hair bands to pretty bonnets, pink ruled our lives.
With doll houses and dainty Barbies dotting our play room, little did we realize that all this was about to change, when our son was born.
The landscape now had pink oases of Barbies interspersed with metal planes, Transformers, cars and vehicles and plenty of dinosaurs roaming the terrain.
My son was in a perpetual state of motion – flying planes, fighting imaginary warriors and as a super hero, fighting hard to save the world.
A funny incident, related to this, comes to my mind.
The kids had their summer break and kept busy with their toys and games. One of my daughter’s Barbie dolls had fallen into some wet paint, and so, had been washed and put to dry between the grills of the balcony.
Two of my son’s friends had come over to play and the boys were busy role-playing, as they spun webs, fought with plastic swords and ran about.
My son’s eyes fell on the Barbie. I was very curious to see him staring at it. He called out in one of his super hero voices to his friends, “Come and see what I found!”
“We have found the enemy. Let’s capture her and save our planet.”
The innocent Barbie was whisked away and thrown under the cot, relegated to the darkness there.
Atleast, till his sister came to know about the incident. And then, all hell broke loose.
Simple Moments of Life 