my afternoons are quiet. the only things that are audible in them are Kanchu's antics and mamu's monologue. mamu likes talking about things all the time. about the neighbours. about how the girl next door makes too much noise in the kitchen. she likes to believe Kanchu is crazy about her and that the two have a secret lingua. mamu is a hard-working woman. she likes to peel french beans, prepare salads out of all kinds of sprouts, cook meals only by judging their nutritional value and preach the importance of goodness. she likes to talk to herself too. repeat things to herself as though in need of confirmation. and mamu loves bangles. they jingle on her wrists when she peels potatoes, slices meat for choyela or waters her orchids.
mamu's sounds.
i'll never be able to make any of them.
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