Stories Revisited

Anu is all for stories these days. So we've been telling her childhood stories of our own, her brother's and her own. She remembers that she wanted to become a biscuit when she grew up and she thinks that was damn silly of her. 

Anu is pretty convinced that my mother gave me none of her creative genes and instead directly passed them on to her. If I didn't know at least some bit of sewing, she would've considered me a totally wasted generation. Anyway, I was telling her of the times my mother worked as a tailor's assistant. In those few years of my early teenage, my mother tried her hand at many occupations, like stitching of school uniforms, working at a tailoring shop and finally settling in a printing press. And I don't remember feeling happy about it or being helpful to her willingly. Anu was excited hearing about her Ajji's exploits, though. "Wow Aayi, Ajji had such an adventurous life! I feel so envious of her! I hope I can do so many things when I grow up!"... She went on like that and made me all the more ashamed.