It was throbbing and drips ran out of the head down the shaft. I went over to the bathroom door and knocked."Mom?" I said.No answer."Why did you hit m... like that?" I said.No answer.The door swung open and I was slapped again and again. I was laughing as I fell backwards and crashed into the wall. I turned away from the slaps, covering my face, and my mom started slapping my bare ass. She grabbed me again by the back of the hair and bent me over the sink. We had just washed our dishes here. Anyway.’ She cleared her throat. ‘I guess you learned to get beyond breakfast.’ ‘Nothing like a house full of hungry people to make you expand your cooking horizons.’ ‘So what do I owe you for this?’ She waved her fork over the plate. ‘Not like I can reciprocate in kind.’ ‘Well.’ Brody scooped some more pasta onto his plate. ‘How about the all-access backstage pass?’ He got up and took the plates to the counter, waving off her offer of help. ‘I mean, I need the whole experience.’ He stopped. And we, a mother and son, were dragged unaware to do a whole night ‘leela’ to commemorate it. My mother asked me affectionately, “Would you like to honor the Goddess at our home too?”“I would love to do it anywhere anytime” I answered. We embraced once again at the temple gate and together we bowed and kissed the holy site. That was like a dream. When we reached the city next day, I found my mother was completely cured. I thanked ‘Goddess ABHIKAAMI’ for her unconventional way of remedy. Though. Vo sahi se mere taraf ho gai or aram se uske chote chote chuche mere hath me a gaye sahi se fir usne bola jo ham kar rahe hian vohi karte hain vo pahle kiss fir papa mummy ke sare badan par pyar karte hain or fir vohi jo tum karne ja rahe boli jab papa karte hain to mummy itni awaj karti hian agar tum karego to ab main nahi karugi awaj par mene kaha aisa time fir kab melega vo boli mera yakin karo abhi ghar jake aram se 10 din me 1 bar ho jaya karega mene kaha abhi man kar raha agar yaha nahi.