Mrs Funnybones: She's just like You and a lot like Me

by Twinkle Khanna

I am back at the office and my jeans are feeling rather uncomfortable, and as much as I would like to blame the baby for this, practically speaking, if your child can walk and talk, then they have lived outside your body long enough for you to go back to your original size.

We will write a superlative essay when pushing hard against a deadline, make the most innovative presentation when our job is in jeopardy, and study the hardest when the exam is the next day.

We grown-ups always try to take the easy way out, the laziest way. We seem to have a great fear of getting tired, as if any energy depleted is lost forever. We want to plan our fatigue the same way we plan everything else. Most of us barely move till we have that one hour in the gym that we have decided we should expend physical energy on. And there, too, we time ourselves, count the precise repetitions we need to do, adjust our speed to what the heart-rate monitor indicates we should move at and go on practising our robotic routines day in and day out. I wish we lived like children.

Love in any relationship, family or an intimate friendship, is only about putting the other person’s needs ahead of your own, and that, my friend, is just as simple and as complex as you make it.