Commas Ma, Commas

 Dear Koko, 

I am guessing as a child grows up they show parents a reflection of themselves. Most of the times we are so caught up with counting our good qualities that we forget to talk about the little idiosyncrasies which really only the close ones know about. Like how you throw your feet about if anyone even touches a blanket to them, leave alone cover them, even in peak winter. Or how your nose crinkles in extreme concentration, how you suddenly feel sleepy when I mention homework and are wide awake if someone mentions football. 

But these are all cute things, what about the not so nice things. Generally we forget them, push them deep under our memory so that only the good remains. That's an impossible person. No one is so perfect. Let's talk about your annoying habit which you may or may not have inherited from someone. I will neither acknowledge nor deny this if questioned later. The habit I am talking about is correcting grammar. 

Yesterday I was texting my friend Meghna. She asked me how it's going, like you do when you are beginning a conversation. So I text her back - Busy school office gym lunch dinner repeat. 

I hear a tsk tsk from beside me in a small voice "commas Ma, commas" it says. I look at you and you are looking back at me with those disappointed eyes. As if it wasn't enough you go on to say that it is quite basic and i should not have forgotten said punctuation, if I am faltering at commas what will i do with usage of semi-colon!

Yes, my dear, you have inherited some genes from someone indeed. I thank you for pointing out the mistake and you say don't worry I will correct you again if needed. What you actually wanted to say was, I am here, but be better Ma. Don't forget basics. Grr! 

I love you,

Ma