The Chocolate Bomb

Sometimes we can learn life lessons from ordinary things!

- Chhaya Ranka

Within moments of propo sing the idea of going to a restaurant for dinner, an automobile carrying the five of us was heading towards Little Italy. In the car, Pallak and Piya, amongst themselves, had already locked upon the menu for the evening. The singer in Yogi was overpowering the sound of Despacito coming from the music player. Giving a complex to Justin Beiber! My husband was trying hard to convince Yogi to shift to a genre that was easily understood by all in the car. But it was all in vain. And in the midst of this pleasant mixture of so many sounds, I was quietly brainstorming over some of my motherly concerns for my growing boy. His growing adamancy. His absolute stubbornness to let go and shed some of his ironclad ideas, which according to him was the best way for him. And I found myself busy shuttling glances between him and off into space. Thinking deeply about the person I know him as and wondering how to bring about a change in the way he has been thinking of late.