I keep the sippy cups on the bedside table and open the curtains to let the sun rays enter in.

It’s 8 O’Clock and Akshay is already at school. Twins are still sleeping but it’s their time to wake up. Everyday sharp at 8 I wake them up so I can get them ready for breakfast till 9 O’Clock.

‘It’s time to wake up shona.’ I caress their cheeks one by one as they lay cuddled with their stuff toys. Both their high beds meet at the end so they each pull my hands and keep it under their cheeks. Awww, they are so adorable and so much like their father. I love the small habits they inherited from him. But I must admit I also love the things they picked up from me. The family always says that Arshi is a lot like him and Aarushi is a replica of me. My Aaru, my little sensitive baby. And she sleeps like me in taekwondo pose. And then there's Arshi, her sleeping style is completely like her father's. Sometimes I wonder how can my two identical babies be so different in their nature?

I admire their innocent and cute faces. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by love for them, I feel like I could eat them up. My love for them knows no limit. I kiss their cheeks. I'd give and take life for them, if needed.

It’s not easy to wake them up. It takes 5 to 10 minutes and a mother for them to open their eyes. Whenever I feel they love Arnavji more than me, I remind myself of each morning and look forward to it. Because no matter how much time they spend with Arnavji during the day and how much he spoils them. There’s one thing which didn’t change from until the day they were born. They need my face in front of them when they open their eyes. Arnavji can put them to sleep but I better be there to cuddle when they wake up. If it's not the case, my cranky twins start crying.

It was easy when they were babies but now that they are growing up, I can't carry both at once. So I slowly make Aarushi leave my hand and carry Arshi. I pat her back and kiss her palm. She opens her eyes and snuggles into my chest, hugging me. I smile. It's so soothing. They are cuddlier than any teddy in this world.

‘Good morning jaan.’ I rub my nose with hers. She looks up at me with a lazy pout. I keep her back on her bed and hand her the sippy cup with milk. Now I gotta repeat the same process with Aaru to wake her.

I sometimes think how I would have handled everything if we didn't have servants at home, if I were married into a middle class family. Of course it never mattered to me in what a house I live or how much my husband earns as long we are a happy family. It's just after twins, I don't get to do much household chores. They take most of my time. And Arnavji demands the remaining bit.

I sigh and look at both as they lay in their beds drinking their milk silently. Their eyes are on me to make sure I'm there with them. For any other person they appear to be three years olds. But to me, they appear as the little babies I got home from hospital. Not a day older. I always thought I love Arnavji so much, more isn't possible. It changed the day I held them in my arms the first time.  I can't breathe without him. But they are my breathe. Without him my heart would stop beating. But they are my heart! I can't live without him. But they are my life.

*

‘Arshi, Aaru, freeze! Come here and eat.’ And again I am standing right in front of my daily challenge. Making them eat. They are so slow and so bad at eating when it comes to real healthy food. Candies and chocolates are no problem, it's breakfast, lunch and dinner they give me a hard time with.

Once Akshay finished his lunch, his tails too jumped off and got on their cars to ride around the hall. I told Arnavji not to get them these electric cars, but no, who ever listens to me? After all it's not him who runs behind them to forcefully feed them a roti.

‘I'll have these cars thrown away if you both don't stop right now.’ Here I am, running out of breathe and they,oh, they finally do stop. Thank you so much Devi Maiyya. Now please make them finish this roti.

‘Open your mouth, both!’ I love them to the core but I don’t hesitate pulling on the leash and being strict. After all it's for their good only. I prepare two morsels and feed both each one. ‘Chew properly. Don't just gulp it- Arshi!’ Before I can even complete my sentence, they just storm off. They are keen on testing my patience it seems.

‘Freeze I said!’ I command running to them again. Mami and Nani offered their help but I denied. I can't have them run behind kids at this age. I need to manage them on my own, though it would be easier if Di or Arnavji was here. But they're both on work and Jiji is helping Prakash brothers in the kitchen.

‘I'm saying it for the first and last time, get off the cars. Now!’ I know they won't eat until they are on their cars, so I switch them off from below. They pout angrily but get off and sit down on the spot.

‘As you wish.’ I know they wanted me to ask them to get up and sit on the couch. But I won't. If they are stubborn,I too am. I'll feed them right here. So I also sit down with them and tear pieces of roti and fill them with sabzi before bringing it to their mouths. They eat, silently but angrily.

‘I com-pain Daddy.’ Of course. Daddy’s princess always thinks he can save her from everything, even from being made to eat. ‘Sure. Do you want to complain to him before or after I smack him for getting these cars?’ She flares her nose at me. I roll my eyes and stuff another morsel in her mouth.

‘Thish bad. Cah no do anything.’ I raise my brows at Arshi as she defends the cars. Seriously.

Finally the two rotis are finished as I made both eat one and make them drink some water which HPji passed me.

I get up afterwards but see their saddened faces. Ohhh. They are upset and I can't help but feel bad and guilty. What to do? I'm their mother, can't see them in misery. So I sit back and take both in my lap and kiss them.

‘Ok, the cars can stay. But under a condition. Both Daddy’s parrot and my jaan give me a huggie and kiss me.’ And then they both attack me with their love. I laugh holding them as I fall back on the floor to lay down as they hug me tight and shower my face with kisses. Oh how much I love them.

‘My Mumma shooo good.’ I thin my lips looking at Arshi as her faith in my goodness is restored. Kids! Give them what they want and their faith in good things is restored.

‘My Daddy too.’ How can his parrot stay behind. Hmpf!

‘And what about my babies? Are they Good?’ I ask them now with suspicion. They look at each other blinking and then nod at me.

‘If my babies are good, they'll promise me to finish eating before running away to play. Can they promise? Are my babies good?’ Again they look at each and blink. I smile. They mostly seek each other to take mutual decisions. And I love this about my daughters. It seems like they have some twins code or so, they always know what the other means just by mere blinks of eyes.

‘Yesh. Babiesh pomish.’ They smile so sweetly at me. A smile that can even melt rocks. Who am I?

‘My good babies. Mumma loves you both so much.’ I wrap them both in my arms. My sweet babies, the love of my life. Yes, I love Arnavji too of course. He's also the love of my life but they are both my love and my life.

*

‘Now thiiiis, aaaand here you go! You're wearing a Saree now.’ I pulled her cheek lightly before kissing it and took in her little form.

I chuckled as Aaru carefully moved to the mirror and admired herself. ‘Shoo butiful na.’

I nod laughing and throw a kiss in the air at her. She grabs it and blows a kiss back.

‘Now my jaan don't want to wear a Saree?’ I kneel down to Arshi thinning my lips and raise my brows. I know her reply already but I can still try.

‘No. I gud.’ I puff in the air as she coldly denies me. She's rather busy doing some puzzles or whatever on that toy laptop. Urgh. Arnavji got her a laptop, as if he wants to turn her completely into another Arnav Singh Raizada. Already she's neither interested in dancing, singing and not even Jalebis. During my pregnancy I couldn't eat any Jalebis because even the smell of it made me sick back then. I feared my baby will be another ASR. My fear turned true. But at least there's Aaru for balance. She loves Jalebis. A total foodie.

But I wouldn't be Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada if I didn't know how to tame and control these ASRs. And so I took a deep breathe and let out a sad sigh. Her eyes turned to me already. I got her attention.

‘I thought I'll spend some good time with my baby. Too bad, she doesn't want to spend time with me. I guess your laptop is more important than your Mumma.’ I look away sniffing falsely. I know my little Laad Governor. She'll frown first and doubt me. But eventually she'll give up not able to see my sad face.

‘No no. I hea Mumma. Laptop no potant. Mumma potant.’ Awwww. She's just too adorable. I love the way she cups my face with her tiny hands and smiles at me. The good thing about these ASRs is, they can't see me sad. They'd do everything possible to get a smile on my face.

‘I do thish. I dansh wid my Mumma.’ Did I mention how adorably cute my Arshi is? I'm her life. Sometimes she acts all junior Laad Governor but the thing is, Laad Governors are crazy for me.

Sometimes I'm really proud for all the love I receive by Arnavji and my angels. Definitely I consider myself so lucky for everything and can't thank DM enough. I wonder what I did to get such a loving husband, such cute babies and my nice family.

‘Mumma, come - on.’ Aaru can't wait for our small ladies party. So I get up carrying Arshi and keep her on the bed. I take a dupatta and drape it like a Saree while Aarushi turns the TV on. It's a smart TV and I still have my problems operating it but twins know everything. They know how to start YouTube and play music. They know how to watch movies on the TV and they can switch it from smart to cable too while my difficulties start already at finding the remote. But the good thing is it's always on child mode.

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world🎵

Life in plastic, it's fantastic.🎶

I laugh looking at Aaru jumping in front of the TV on her favorite song. She's so obsessed with Barbie. Quite opposite to her sister.

‘No Barbie. Let it go! We Elsha Anna.’ There goes my Choti Laad Governor. She loves that movie Frozen. But dare Aarushi show too much love to her, she'll come to me complaining.

‘No no no. I dansh Barbie.’ Oh no. There they go again. Arshi changed the song and now they'll again start fighting.

Let it go, let it go🎵

Can't hold it back anymore🎶

‘You no dale (dare)! I wohn! (Warn)’ I get up and snatch the remote before the world war happens. It's no fun to see them fight.

‘No Barbie, no Elsa. You both are becoming too much like your father. No English songs. We'll dance on my favorite song.’

I play the song and offer them the plate of Jalebis. Aarushi grabs two in both her hands and stuffs them in her mouth. Arshi looks at me and rolls her eyes as she listens to the song.

Naam Jalebi bai🎵

Oye hoye, Jalebi bai 🎶

Aarushi is already full on dancing crazily. I forward a Jalebi for Arshi to take a bite and then stuff few in my mouth before joining my Barbie doll. I can't help my laughter as Arshi tries to copy our moves and keeps tripping over her Saree. Awwww, poor baby. She's holding it together for me. I could really just, just eat her up. She's my cutie-pie.

I just carry her into my arms and kiss her cheeks, almost biting them and press her to my chest. ‘You’'re my favorite Laad Governor.’ She giggles at my statement and rubs her nose with mine. ‘It’sh leeeed.’

I pout at her. She too started like her father! She hugs me laughing. I'll see that real Laad Governor later for teaching them about the red nose but for now, it's my dance party with my daughters.

‘Naam, jebi bai. Oye hoye. Jebi baiiii.’

‘What the-’ Oh God, I laugh so much holding Arshi tight so I don't let her fall. It seems original Laad Governor is not happy with his Barbie doll singing and swinging on Jalebi Bai. I find it sweet though.

*