The Great Bajji Debate
Meera: "Ayyo, look at the dark clouds! Do you think the power will go off again?"
Kabir: "Hope not, I just made my tallest block tower ever."
Meera: "Amma’s making bajjis… if the fan stops, the whole kitchen will turn into a steam room."
Kabir: "I don’t care, as long as I get the first hot bajji."
Meera: "You always take the first one! Last time I had to wait till the plate was almost empty."
Kabir: "Because you keep saying, ‘You go first, Kabir,’ and then you glare at me."
Meera: "That’s called being polite and angry at the same time."
Kabir: "Well, today I’m just hungry."
Amma: "Children, the oil is hot and the chillies are ready. But I’m only giving bajjis to kids who stand in a proper line."
Meera: "See, I came first to the kitchen. I get the first bajji."
Kabir: "No way, I was watching from the doorway like a guard!"
Meera: "Ammaaa, tell him!"
Amma: "Hmm, I see two hungry faces and one small plate. What shall I do?"
Kabir: "Give mine extra big then. I’m growing, no?"
Meera: "My stomach is also growing! Listen to it."
Kabir: "That’s just your fake growl voice."
Meera: "It’s not fake! My tummy just… talks dramatically."
Amma: "Okay, okay. I’ll put the first two bajjis here. You both decide who takes which one."
Kabir: "Dibs on the round one!"
Meera: "Hey! You didn’t even count to three. That’s cheating."
Kabir: "You always get the nicer one in the end anyway."
Meera: "That’s not true. Last Diwali, you grabbed the biggest laddoo."
Kabir: "Because you were staring at the diya like it was a movie."
Meera: "It was pretty, okay? The flame was dancing."
Kabir: "You keep watching things. I keep eating them."
Meera: "Stop being funny. I want the round bajji."
Kabir: "Me too."
Amma: "If you both want the same one, maybe nobody gets it."
Kabir: "What? That’s not fair!"
Meera: "Then who will eat it? Appa?"
Amma: "Maybe I will. It..."