When a friend turns into a relative...

Oh no! I tell my mother. How could someone manage quadruplets??? I mean no offense, but handling one child is a herculean task in itself. I am talking from experience. I know how difficult it is to manage a two year old, who as of now takes pride in excellent vocabulary that stuns me most of the time, and an energy that could give steffi a run for her money.

It was a bright wednesday morning. I was sitting in the living room of my tiny apartment, looking outside at the trees and the people getting into their cars and rushing to work. I am having my second cup of black coffee, reading the morning papers. My parents were visiting me, and I had nothing to take care of. I knew that the breakfast would be ready by the time I woke up, I knew that the chores had been completed, or lets say the instructions have been given to the maids to take care of the chores, and the plants watered. I was in no hurry. Mom gets her cuppa coffee too, and sits next to me. I was pleasantly thrilled to talk to her in the morning, since I had an easy day, and I wasn't breathing down my neck. Dad was busy with his own thing on his computer. There we start off. And all conversations with mom, usually end up with mom complaining about how inorganised I was when it came to home affairs. But this morning was surprisingly different. She almost was raising a toast to the impeccable child upbringing skills. I was happy to hear that. Yes, my naughty two year old is a delight to be with. She would take one by surprise all the time. And you wouldn't even know.

Anyway, our talk starts. She tells me about this relative of mine who has given birth to monozymous quadruplets! And i go...WHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTT??? Are you freakin kiddin me? What? How? Where? When? I skipped the Why bit. Which technically means I am related to my best friend?? Which technically means that my best friend is no longer only my best friend, but also a relative?

I couldn't wait to tell her. But still I took my time. I knew she was busy. Anbd I wanted sometime to digest this fact. But couldn't keep it to myself any longer. And so I sent her a very casual message saying...BTW, we are related. Bang in a minute I get a call from her. It was such a funny feeling. And we just couldn't stop laughing about it.

As a friend says..."Can't you tambrams keep your hands off each other???" Well..what can I say?