The Cola War Is Not Over Yet!

 

Being a mother lets you try on different roles - teacher, BFF, confidante.... but also, clown, detective, commando...

 

I was outnumbered. One is to two. I could not match the agility of the opposing camp troops. Nonetheless, I was physically more powerful. Still, I could not afford to lower my guard around the two large cola drink bottles bought for the evening’s get together.

A raid on my refrigerator, where they were stored, was imminent. I could analyse that from the sporadic giggling sounds. And hence I asked hubby to help patrol the area as I prepared dinner in the kitchen. This resource could not be trusted completely though, given the heavy influence of the opposing troops on his emotions. But I gave him a benefit of doubt.

On and off, they kept approaching with their headstrong demand of first having a glass full of cola which gradually scaled down to a request for a sip. But negotiating on certain things was out of question, including this one. So, they retreated to their base and got engaged in another activity. All the while deceivingly giving an illusion that the cola bottles were now forgotten.

Meanwhile, I needed few ingredients from the market to prepare the meal. I had to leave my position for a while. Foolishly believing that cola bottles were not a target anymore and my own soldier had proven his loyalty towards me, I stepped out. 

Fifteen minutes later, I entered the house. Only to be greeted by a cola mayhem near the refrigerator! I thought that the opposing army had coerced my soldier with their sweet talk bombs and innocent smile bullets into surrendering a bottle and then pouring it into two big glasses for them. Poor guy would have been left with no choice given the power of these weapons. But to my horror, it was sabotage! It looked like the traitor was rejoicing with the other side with a cola filled glass of his own. Even though the three had defeated me, they somehow feared a retaliation from my end. 

I took one step forward and then another. I grabbed the three fourth empty cola bottle. They were almost expecting me to pour it down the drain. Instead, I poured it into a glass and said, "Truce it is!" 

I made them believe that I was no longer an enemy. And as they got engrossed in a victory dance, I craftily relocated the other untouched bottle from the refrigerator to a safe house unknown to them.

“The cola war is not over yet!”, I said to myself and got back to cooking.

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