"You kick me one more time,and I'm not going to feed you",Keerthi snapped at the six month old on her lap.

The grinning crying/screaming copy of Vikram only let out gurgles of laughter, having his feed in the meantime, kicking his mother's tummy.

Keerthi winced when she felt a sharp jab on her lower abdomen,tears pricking her eyes at the pain. She cupped her tummy,placing Rahil on the bed next to her. Even though she got her stitches removed a few months back,it still hurt when her son kicked too hard.

It took her three minutes for the pain to become a dull throb. She glared at the about-to-wail child."You...