When you have two hyperactive kids, the house is a noise box with constant shouting, talking and fights. Two minutes of peace is a distant dream unless they have broken something and hiding in some corner. So naturally when I stepped out of bath today and found the house to be in pin drop silence, i started imagining the worst. Maybe the fridge has toppled as the younger one keeps standing on the door despite repeated reminders, broken the curtain rod for the umpteen times or broken the few left photo frames in the house or disconnected the wifi cable again and so on.... But on the contrary this is what I found. Both of them sitting on the sofa reading books. Aaah!! I tell you the bliss and happiness that sight was. Small acts that makes the mother in me pretty happy and energised to trudge through the rest of the day.
