Rangoli Comparisons
Meera: "My rangoli is so small. Yours is huge, Aarav."
Aarav: "Mine is messy though. Your flowers look like real marigolds!"
Meera: "But everyone will look at the big one first. Amma will say yours is better."
Aarav: "She won’t. She likes both. Why are you frowning on Diwali, yaar?"
Meera: "Because when I see yours, mine feels silly. I keep doing this… this looking-at-yours-and-feeling-bad thing."
Aarav: "You mean like when I saw Riya’s new shoes and suddenly hated my old sandals?"
Meera: "Yes! Like that. My brain is doing some mean magic."
Amma: "Are you two done with the rangoli or with the sulking?"
Meera: "Amma, my rangoli is not as big as Aarav’s. Look at them side by side."
Amma: "I do see them side by side. That’s a comparison your eyes are making."
Aarav: "Like when we line up laddus and say, ‘This one is smaller, that one is bigger’?"
Amma: "Exactly. A comparison just shows what’s different. It doesn’t say who should feel bad."
Meera:comparison." "But my stomach feels twisty when I do this
Aarav: "Then let’s change it. I’ll compare the good parts. My big circles, your perfect flowers."
Meera: "So our rangolis together make one super design."
Amma:comparison. Big and small, both making the doorway beautiful." "Now that’s a smart
Meera: "Okay, new rule. No more sad comparisons. Only happy ones… especially for laddus."
Aarav: "Deal. I’ll do a comparison of whose mouth can fit a whole laddu first."
Amma: "That’s one comparison I’m stopping right now!"