Kumar and the boys are usually the vegetable cutters in the family.
They help chop. I help cook.
I rushed home after picking up boys and gave some snacks to fend of their hunger.
Since my vegetable cutter was delayed at work, I started madly chopping the onions in a rush to get dinner started.
I hate chopping onions.
I was cursing the onions as the tears started pouring down my eyes.
The boys glanced at each other and shook their head.
I did my death stare and quipped – “Quit staring at me. Can y’all focus and study?”
They both quietly walked to where my sun glasses were.
They brought it to me, placed it on my face and said – “Hope this prevents those tears.”
Then, they walked away quietly after clicking a picture as I continued to madly chop the freakin’ onions.
When the boys were young, I often sang one of my favorite Bharathiyar’s song to them.
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart)
Later in the evening, the boys joked about their own version of the song:
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, naan cooling glass koddupen
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, I will bring sun glasses to you)
I love how the boys are always looking out for me. What more does a gal need?