You Can't Beat Me!

I reached home and as usual got down to playing with ‘mera bachcha’, ‘my goli’. Nipur often has the habit of lifting her legs up and then dropping them while lying down. She would lift her legs up and them drop them with a bang. I lifted my legs and dropped them and knew that Nipur would ape me, which she did. We took turns doing it. I first and then she. So I did it once, she copied me. I did it the second time and again she copied me. The third time, I did it twice at one go and she did the same. When I dropped my legs, she lifted her legs and then dropped them- she repeated this at least six to seven times as if challenging me. Well, I knew there was no way I could match her energy level and gave up. My little gal had won the first challenge, the first game, the first competition of her life. Though I lost, I had won. My daughter’s victory did not mean my failure, her victory meant my victory. I loved her all the more and my heart was full of pride.