She was smiling over the bunch of papers in her hand. I dinn bother to disturb her; maybe they were love notes. But my sister, as curious as a cat went upto her and asked her what she was smiling over and she showed the papers. My sister burst into laughter and called me too.

The papers had just got back memories and we all remembered the day when Dad got us the computer 4 years back. It was an HP Compac Presario, with a Color Printer, webcam and a lottaf other attachments which we would have never understood at that age. It was very exciting to take pictures over the webcam and we made sure that everyone who came into our room, sat on the hotseat where the webcam was adjusted so that a picture is taken for sure. We must have had blown off 10 GB of space in just a week’s time with the innumerable pictures we took amongst ourselves. First I posed, then my sis, mom and dad. It seemed like we were there to make portfolios.

And then it was the day. My mom’s b’day and the International women’s day come during the same time. So we thought, why not give her a special mother’s day gift. A so-called brainwave ticked off in both of us (which my dad would surely call a destructive mind). We both got up early on Mother’s day and started taking printouts. But these printouts, had a special poem or a special one-liner for mom(which my sister sat and searched all over the web) and attached to each of these poems on separate pages each was a photograph of mom which we had taken over the webcam. The printouts reached to a count of 44 and we were out of paper. We pulled out cellotapes and stuck these papers all over the house. On Walls, mirrors, doors, refrigerators, cupboards, washrooms and even on the furniture.

Two of the most contrasting reactions in my life were what I witnessed on that day. My mom got up and was thrilled to find what I and my sis had proudly tried to do for her. She was beaming with glee and almost hugged and kissed us on every paper she read. It took around half an hour for her to find each of our well-stuck papers all over the house and my dad was yelling coz we had finished half the cartridge and ruined the newly painted walls. But the smile on her face was worth all the scolds.