“DID YOU EAT YOUR FOOD?!”, she screams from the other room. “I DID!”, I scream back. “DID YOU FINISH THE DAAL?”, she screams back. “NO!” “WHY DIDN’T YOU FINISH THE DAAL?!” “CAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO EAT IT!” “FINISH THE DAAL!”, mom screams back. Again. “FINE!”, the screaming ends. Cutting your nails on a Thursday/Saturday: The reply – “How does it even matter? It’s just nails!” Mother’s retort – “JUST DO AS I SAY!” The reply – “FINE!”

Plucking flowers after sundown

The reply – “How does it even matter when we pluck it?”

Mother’s retort – “YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO IT AFTER SUNDOWN! IT IS NOT FAIR TO THE FLOWERS!”

The reply – “FINE!”

Not washing your feet after coming home

The reply – “How does it even matter? I was indoors and wore shoes all day!”

Mother’s retort – “I DON’T CARE! WASH YOUR DISGUSTING FEET! THIS IS STILL MY HOUSE!”

The reply – “FINE!”