What do we do when Amma puts her feet up and leisurely begins sipping at her cup of tea?
We grab our hair in fistfuls. Of course, we don’t know how to let go of it later. Then, we have to cry. Slowly at first, then louder, louder, louder, till Amma comes and releases us. 🙂
What can we do if her tea goes stone cold in the meanwhile?