Camera fingers at a red light.

I have camera fingers.
We had just left from Dr. Dhama’s clinic in Kotla and were on our way to a CNG station near Nehru stadium.
At the first red light, we saw pigeons. Pigeons, oblivious to the harsh afternoon sun, perched on wires and bars in front of us. I took a photo through the dashboard.

Take a photo of me, said Aliza. She was sitting in my lap. I took a photo of her.
When your children ask you to take a picture, you always agree. But you never take a picture of me, Afzal said. I aimed the iPhone camera at him. Aliza said something from behind me that made him laugh.
Get your yellow teeth whitened, I said to Afzal after taking his photo. Then shuttuped myself. What kind of person am I becoming, I thought to myself.
Naseem was screeching in my ear. Take my photo, take my photo. Of course. The purpose of my life is to take Naseem’s photos. So I did.
That left Sahar. Sahar did not ask me to take a photo of her. She does not behave like a demanding child. She is our first-born. She wants me to be happy. She has heard way too many times that she is not a baby anymore, she is not a child anymore…how will I get anything done unless she helps me out?You’ll tell me I over analyse. I should not think too much. I will nod my head as if I agree with you.

Next, I took a photo of Sahar. She is 9.

I showed this to Afzal on the phone screen. She is the most beautiful of all of us these days, I said. Then we began to joke. Only after you, of course, we all said to Afzal.That’s the family joke. Afzal’s beauty. The children play along with him. You have the longest hair, Papa. It has such volume. We have all inherited our hair from you. Like all good jokes, this one is based on reality too. Afzal is beautiful.The light turned green. We moved on.

About Natasha Badhwar

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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3 Responses to Camera fingers at a red light.

  1. No one serves slice of life as well as you, Natasha. #fact

  2. monali says:

    This is a "time to smile" kinda post but i dunno y i feel lyk crying after reading this.. i guess these lines make me feel so… "She wants me to be happy. She has heard way too many times that she is not a baby anymore, she is not a child anymore…"i miss home.. i miss maa…I know the content that may make me cry and i come to that again n again.. n again…My husband says that i have this hobby of CRYING and he seems soooo ryt n dis very moment…phewww…. wat ol m writing.. i just wanna say that i love ur blog.. ur writing style.. n ur daughter 🙂

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