Somin was sitting at the dining table and picked up a little box that had been left there by mum after making samosas for Holi. "What is this?" he asked. Garam masala, I replied. "He chha jaam garam hundo aa? (Is this very hot then)?"
The laughter had barely died down when referring to a newly-put up picture of mom and dad in their room, I said, "Now your room looks like a room." "Ae, room ta room hi hoondo aa," piped up Somin.