The Vrraath of Ayaan

I walked in home in the midst of a game that Ayaan l(my 11 year old son) & Nikki(my 13 year old daughter) were playing. Usually they make up very innovative games which is quite nice. What isn't nice is that the rules of the game, that they both make up as the game progresses, will always be different from each other. The result is always a shouting match, followed by a shoving and punch-slap. At this point we step in and shout-threaten them and both go grumbling, He/she started it. Their version of the fight paint themselves as the patiently suffering Ram /Mother India respectively. The opposite party is always painted as Ravanan/evil Raakshasi respectively. As the evil parents, we ignore both versions. 

On this particular day, the fight erupted at the usual point. I could hear them shouting at each other. Then the blood curdling threats followed. I will show you. You do not know what I'll do to you. You see, you just wait and see. And then......... Something mumbled in a low voice...... and then......Silence. If you are a parent, you will understand when I say, sudden silences set off warning bells. Right then Nikki erupted in laughter. Hysterical, snorting loud, rolling on the floor kind of laughter. I walked in to see her sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks and laughing her head off. In between her laughing fits she explained -" Dada, do you know what he threatened me? He said, he said... don't make me bring out my vrraath. You will not be able to face my vrraath." 

When you read stories, sometimes you learn words, without knowing their pronunciation. Ayaan had learned a new word, which he used in their fight like the dreaded Brahmastra as the final weapon. The word was 'Wrath'