“Once in a blue moon,”she asks, “Amma, what does it mean?”
I cast a bemused glance at the curious cat. She has a grin on her face, a la Alice’s Cheshire Cat itself.
“A very rare event,” I explain.
Little girl starts grinning wider and wider. The grin almost eclipses her face.
“What is up?” I ask.
This one smiling over an explanation, with such a sunshine glimmer, happens once in a blue moon. Usually she ponders deep, over explanations. Presumably filtering it through her own special eight year old truth filter.
“I wrote in my note book that I was a very good girl.”
I cough politely. I have certain other distinct view points about the interpretation of Good. Especially when good girls seem to be fascinated by the looking glass, to uneven time proportions. Ignoring homework.
“Chechy wrote next to it- once in a blue moon!”
This time, I grin. Ah, there are other eyes too that see the truth, eh?
“Do you agree with what your sister wrote?” I ask, mildly.
My little one laughs. Shaking all over in her mirth. Happens once in a….
“Ma, never let this brat study Law! She will switch sides to suit her interest easily! The client would be in a very bad position!” warns the elder one.
We were discussing possible career options for the little girl. Considering her outstanding ability to cry at a moment’s notice, for example. And to stop crying instantaneously, as soon as she concluded, that no one was interested in the whole scene. A more remarkable ability.
My little Turncoat, sniffs with elegance.
“What is Law?” She ventures, after some time.
Before any one could explain, she speaks. ” I want to study fashion!”
“You have to do addition and subtraction for that” , advises her sister. ” Pass class four Mathematics, next! And then continue to do Math for years,” she grins with sheer vindictive joy.
A shudder of horror passes over the young one. Maths and she are not friends.
A very poignant question over the injustice of it all. A sentiment I could very well relate to, since I have a love- hate relationship with Maths too.
“You have to measure clothes, right?” Laughs her sister, getting into her groove.
A look of concentration comes into the small face.
“I will do addition and subtraction then,” she says, to no one in particular.
For the first time in her summer vacation, she reaches out to her Math text book.
“The crow will fly upside down today,” chortles my elder daughter.
“May be it is you , who should take up Law,” I mutter, ” because you have accomplished something next to impossible.”
The scene ends with the elder one patiently explaining Class Four mathematics problems in terms of a pretty actress’s choice of lipsticks and blushes.Her sibling has an awed look at her face, as light dawns on the application of Maths in life and death issues.
I praise the Heavens, wholeheartedly. The peace in the house is as rare as a blue moon.