It’s a warm and sunny Sunday noon. Big bro is strumming his
guitar. I am nodding my head in rhythm to the sound of the music. Daddy is
happy. Another idea takes germ.
Daddy gives me a large brass pot and a wooden spoon and
shows me how to beat to the rhythm of the music.
I am gurgling with excitement as I create music that does
not resonate with the song. (Oh dear!)
But what the heck, it’s good, no? (Dear me!) And I nod my
head and shake my feet as I make sense of the noise.
Everybody is laughing. Pray, what is so funny, I seem to be
thinking (Tsk, tsk) as Daddy quickly takes a video of the exercise, all of
which is recorded and uploaded on You Tube. (Oh, dear!)
Ma takes advantage of the situation and gives me a mouthful
of curd rice
.
Ugh! I let it slip from my mouth, at which point Ma scoops
it back right into my mouth. (Ma, where’s my MAGGI?) And I begin to cry. (Dear,
dear!)
Daddy comes to the rescue and tells Ma to give me some MAGGI
Noodles. Ma gets some mashed strings and feeds me. I eat in delight drumming
even more enthusiastically. And then quickly she gives me a spoonful of curd
rice. I protest and she quickly gives me MAGGI. We play this cat and mouse game
until the curd rice is over. I am happy. I get to play the drums and eat MAGGI!
(Hee haw!)
I love Ma and I love MAGGI. Is Nestle listening? What do you
think? (Wink, wink!)
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