Big bro is playing chupa chupi with me. I love the game. Bro
hides behind a duppatta and I uncover it
to find him. It’s such fun. I am gurgling with laughter. He does it all the
time but I never tire of the game.
Then he shows me a
packet of MAGGI Atta Noodles. I am so happy. I reach for it. But he hides it
somewhere behind his back. (Oh, dear!)
Now this is getting
serious. (Tsk, tsk)
Where is my MAGGI?
It’s behind his back. I pull his arm. He brings it forward. His hand is empty.
And then he brings the other hand out too. That hand is empty too. How can it
be? Where is my MAGGI?
I realize that I have
been duped, that my MAGGI is lost forever. My smile turns into a
heart-crunching wail. My whole world is crumbling down. How can I live without
MAGGI? Where did the packet go? How will I eat MAGGI now? (Dear me!)
Mummy and daddy are
watching the scene with amusement, all of which is recorded and uploaded on
YouTube! (Dear, dear)
Big bro, wiping the
tears from my eyes, gives me a kiss…
…and shows me a packet
of MAGGI Noodles!
My voice is querulous
as I ask him in a language best understood by babies to please not play such
games with me. It’s not funny. (Tsk, tsk)
Big bro gives me the
packet and I reach out to kiss him back. Bro is so good. (Muah!)
All’s well that ends
well.
Not surprisingly, the
day is saved by MAGGI Noodles, once again! (Wink, wink)
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