Durga and Ani go to the same school. Durga goes to Nursery and Ani goes to 1st std. He has tests and homework and all the rigmarole that goes hand in hand with school. She has play time and story time. Needless to say, Durga desperately, DESPERATELY wants to be in 1st std.
This is the context of the conversation overhead between them, paraphrased below to the best of my abilities. It is equally amusing, fascinating and a bit horrifying.
D: Ani, I want to be in 1st std. And also, I want you to be in Nursery.
A: Durga, I was 3 when you were still a baby. Even when you come to 1st std, I'll already be in 4th.
D: But I want to be in 1st!
A (the quintessential problem-solver): So, for that to happen, first we have to die, then maybe you will come back before me, then you will be older and I will be younger.
D: Oh. So can I die tomorrow?
A: And even then, your mummy may not be the same as mine. We may not even have the same mummy as we have now.
D: So can I die tomorrow?
A: No. First you have to grow big, and live up to a 100 years old. Then I will die, and then you will. See, right now, small Ajji [that's my grand mom who lives with us] is 90 years old. So you also have to live till then, then when you are 101 you can die.
D: So I can't go to 1st std tomorrow?
A: No. Anyway, you don't even know your numbers yet. And you can't even write your own name.
