And, this is about Dee

I was talking with Dee about how our life was at 704 and she reminded me of 2 incidents about her. well, Dee is a 3 year old in a 24 year old's body (don't kill me for this,love). She is still tied to her mummy's sari, to put it lightly.

So here it goes, love… For you !!!!!!!*Clinks the glass*
Once we all realized that we are putting on way too much weight. i.e Dee,Chikku and myself, Sai doesnt put on even half a kilo for the world. She can gobble up a tons of food and remain the same 34-kg weighing girl she is. So we decided to go on a wheat diet as per the Holy Google advised. But Dee for some reason didn’t want chapathi and wanted to make herself dosa. Mind it that, we all are quiet novel to the field of cooking and our experience in the said field is to the extent of walking into the kitchen for demanding food or to questioning amma what is making us sneeze when she sautéed chilly on the flame. So Dee was quiet unfamiliar with the ratio of water: atta for the dosa. As any self-respecting female, she went with the trial and error method!!! Come-on, we all are forever testing our software in the office and we know the best thing to do after googling for the solution, is trial and error… But as luck has it, the water added was way too much than what was required for a modest dosa. And her knowledge of the consistency of it is that, the batter should be in liquid form!!!!!!
Well, with a happy glee she decided to pour on the batter onto the tawa. In the mean while we had settled to have our chapathis. For sometime there was no other sound to be heard other than the sizziling sound of the batter being poured onto the hot tawa. Few minutes later, Dee enters the dining room tearfully. We were puzzled. And then she said the reason behind the tears. The batter was too watery that it was not standing on the tawa. The said dosa looked like a scrambled egg.. And Dee was crying thinking how useless she is, who can’t make a decent dosa.. we tried to reason with her & Chikku forced her to have some chapathi of ours, but then her verdict was that, a person who doesn’t know how to make dosa doesn’t deserve to have food!!!!!!!!

Another incident that stands bright in my memory about Dee is of rainy nights. Rosh used to go home on all weekends. So Dee sleeps alone in the room. One night, it was raining complete with thunder and lightning. The true mals we are, Chikku & myself are oblivious of this and was sound asleep. Suddenly Chikku senses a movement at the foot of her bed. She springs up and sees a figure sitting there. And the meek voice of Dee speaks..
“I am scared of sleeping alone in thunder & lightning. So can I please sit here at the foot of the bed till it is over”.
Chikku mumbles consent and goes back to sleep and me, is dead in the land of slumber….. And Dee remained there till the thunder storm passed & no, it was not a once in a life time incident. It faithfully lasted till the monsoon was over, whenever Dee was alone in her room 

*Bows and leaves the Stage*

P.S : A million dollar to whom ever will guess what the pic here means