Have you ever had moment when you look at somebody furiously raging at you and all you do is mute your giggle because you think the person looks so funny in anger?

Well, I was trying to combat my grogginess from a drink, OK maybe two that I treated myself for a long day yesterday and in barges a furious lady, almost lunging at me this morning. She goes on and on about how loyal to the service she has been and how betrayed she is by our lapses. I open my mouth to explain that there are no actual lapses that she mistakenly believes so but all she lets me do is allow my lips to firm an O as she goes on and about.

I have a handful of siblings none of whom resemble each other, not even our parents, almost as if we are all genetic islands. Anyone who sees us together would drop their jaws askance at our physical differences. I feel as if they squint their eyes harder and look for some sort of similarities once the introductions are made and before you ask me, I will confirm that we all share our father’s blood group and no Sirs, no neighbour's evil gaze befell our home.

Keeping the oddity of our family case aside, I am often baffled by siblings who are the exact double of the other. I have had funny incidences with a set of twins that I gave up dealing with them. The miracle of DNA fortunately makes this phenomenon easy to understand.

My jaws were hurting from all the anxiety and stress held in there throughout the game and boy, was that a victory well deserved! I jumped, screamed and rolled in between, all by myself whilst watching yesterday’s world cup qualifier game between Sri Lanka and Bhutan. Whatever reactions I must have expressed certainly had a suiting remark from my daughter who looked up at me in the end and said “Mommy, are you a boy?” that had me think for a moment if that was the line I would have normally used on her.

I always thought someone would make me very proud one day, and on the stage when the world would cheer for him/her, his/her vote of thanks would contain the sentence somewhere that goes something like "I would like to thank my wife/sister/aunt/mom/grandma Kinga Choden for her constant support without which I would not be here today". The first person I had hoped this would come from was my husband when he was part of the music industry, which he quit before he even began a possibly great path. My several brothers, nieces and nephews gave me flickers of hope here and there but they all passed, because you see, boyhood/girlhood brings on strange behaviours  depending on a teenager's numerous seasons of love.