March 12, 2012

True Translation

My son is bringing back half of his lunch from school every day. I am a mom. So, it’s more than natural to get angry and as such am not the peace kind. Trying to control my anger, the third day, I yelled at him: “Repu ganaka lunch tinakunda vaste, chemdalu valusta”.
And Mr. Sadhu Maharaj (i.e., my son) coolly says, “that means you will rip my skin off?”. I wanted to LOL, all I say is: “Exactly”.

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