Masti!

I see it in your eyes...they gleam with mischief. Your laugh makes me laugh even when I am at the end of my rope and so frustrated by your antics. You run away and the laughter pours out of your chest and all I want to do is love and hug you but instead I have to yell at you because in the process of running away from me you run into the road. What do I do with you? You had me so forgone yesterday I was in tears..granted my hormones are nutty right now. I pulled my right round ligament chasing you and was in pain all night. But you are so sweet and have no idea the trauma you cause with your mischievous ways. The fear of you in the road and the physical strain of trying to get you is more than your mom can bear and yet you have no idea, you just laugh and laugh and your head falls back because you are laughing so hard. I love you, munji marturi chockri.