Rainy School Mornings (or just making memories)

Desperate times call for desperate measures. We got this.  

I sermonise while helping Rhea balance and manage the extra long steps past the interrupting walls between iron railings around the lake. The street was waterlogged from end to end and she was using the high iron fence as a precarious pathway to the main road so as not to wet socks, shoes, trousers and her body parts inside them.

Suddenly there was no fence anymore, because there was no lake anymore and we still had a good 30 feet distance to cover to get to the road where the bus will arrive soon and won't wait if we are not visible and SoS-waving both hands like shipwrecked souls. 

Kole aay. Come in my lap / arms. 

Ma ! I am almost 10 ! That's in years and 30 that's in kgs. You will break your back. 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Jhotpot kole aay. Wrap your legs around me you're slipping. Now stay put. 

Thus we walk and wade slowly through the water. A bundle of mother and daughter and schoolbag and umbrella. An occasional big muddy wave hitting us now and then from all indifferent vehicles of the universe. And then finally, triumphantly, we reach the bus stop couple minutes ahead of time. With a balmy sense of achievement. 

Nice way to start the day.