Ria and Riva

I found out the other day that everybody is unicellular for about an half hour in their life.

Riva is 18 months. Her present priority is to learn as many things as she can (mainly to speak and to write).
She refers to a toothbrush as a ‘Brush Your Teeth’, and calls me in baby tongue, ‘Milan-Paju’.
She's also a natural born lefty. Wait, aren't lefties born lefties?
She distances herself from ominous looking things as inherent surviving instinct. Especially me. She calls me 'Milan Paju' only when her mom's next to her, and that too, very gingerly.

Ria is about 8 years. When I met her at Nidhi's wedding, I found her so cute that I instinctively winked at her. She just broke into a shy grin and turned her heels to disappear behind the door curtain.
Later, I found out that she had created a healthy ruckus among her generation. Nidhi's youngest sister caught me winking at Ria again later on, and exclaimed "So Ria WAS telling the truth!!".
I let out a guilty smile.
Just then I espied Ria espying and me, and SHE winked at me! Quite disarming!