Rasam and Papad
Anya: "Pass the rasam, please!"
Kabir: "Wait, I’m still pouring for myself."
Anya: "But my rice is getting cold!"
Kabir: "You always say that. You’re so impatient."
Anya: "Amma, tell Kabir to hurry up."
Amma: "There’s enough rasam for everyone. Take turns, okay?"
Kabir: "Fine, here. But you have to give me the big papad."
Anya: "No way, I wanted the big papad!"
Kabir: "You always grab the best one first."
Anya: "Because you’re so slow!"
Kabir: "I’m not slow, I’m just… thinking."
Anya: "Thinking about what? It’s just papad."
Kabir: "Thinking which curry to dip it in. That’s important."
Anya: "You’re making excuses."
Kabir: "You’re making noise."
Amma: "Both of you, eat before everything gets soggy."
Anya: "He took the big papad, Amma!"
Kabir: "She glared at me like I stole her birthday."
Anya: "Because you did! Sort of."
Kabir: "You can have it next time."
Anya: "You always say 'next time'."
Kabir: "Well… next time never comes, I guess."
Anya: "Exactly!"
Kabir: "Hey, remember Diwali when I gave you my last laddoo?"
Anya: "Only because Dadu was watching."
Kabir: "Still counts."
Anya: "Hmm."
Kabir: "You know what? Take half of the big papad."
Anya: "Half is tiny."
Kabir: "We can break it carefully, like a magic spell."
Anya: "Magic papad?"
Kabir: "Yeah. We both crunch at the same time and make a wish."
Anya: "What wish?"
Kabir: "If I tell you, it won’t work."
Anya: "You just made that up."
Kabir: "Maybe. But it’s fun."
Anya: "Okay, give it."
Kabir: "Here, I’ll snap it… slowly…"
Anya: "Don’t drop the crumbs!"
Kabir: "Got it. One for you, one for me."
Amma: "Now that looks fair."
Anya: "I was so ready to be angry."
Kabir: "You were almost a volcano."
Anya: "Yeah, but then, unsuddenly, I didn’t feel like exploding."
Kabir: