The doll house

"Vidu, can you come here?" yelled mom from the kitchen.
It was 8 in the morning. I was sitting on the floor in my room, newspaper spread out, sipping warm Milo. The MetroPlus section had something about Madhavan and I wanted to read it at the earliest.
I got up and went to the room where she was.

"I have to get that carton down. The dolls are in the carton," she said.
"Hmm.." I nodded. The day after was the Navarathri festival. My mind was busy thinking of all the work that I would have to do for the festival: dusting the dolls, fixing the broken ones, and worst of all, make the field for the 'cricketers' to play. Those 'cricketers' dolls were actually pretty awful looking. They didn't look like they were wearing pants: "Veshti kattindu vilayadranga paaru," Dad often used to joke.

I got a chair and pulled the carton out of the loft. Dad had got the other ones out. As I put it down with great difficulty, I saw another familiar, old, purple bag. Wondering what it was, thinking where I had seen it before, I pulled it out.
"Ayyo, Vidu, don't take that out now! It'll be difficult putting it back in..." groaned amma.
"I have to see what it is, ma..." I said, pulling it out.
Mom took the carton and left the room. I took the purple bag and went to my room.
It had accumulated a lot of dust. After dusting for two minutes and a sneezing fit lasting for ten minutes, I opened the bag. I gasped.

It had my entire Barbie set: two Barbies, a Ken (Barbie's ex-boyfriend!), a Skipper (Barbie's sister) and two babies (don't really know how they are related to Barbie!), and a whole dismantled doll house.
I quickly assembled it, forgetting the tough code I was working on for my work the next day. I was getting as excited as I had been when I had first got a Barbie. The kitchen was looking cute as ever. I remembered how I had always wanted to build a kitchen like this in my home. And looking at it now, I realized that I had, after all, built the kitchen in my home now, somewhat similarly.
I soon started placing 'dishes' in the microwave oven and tried to make 'pancakes' in the stove, all the while smiling to myself.

After making my dolls eat, I ran up to the kitchen and gave my mom a plate of 'food'.
Mom was shell shocked seeing what I was doing.
"Vidu, unakku enna di aachu?" she asked in a very concerned tone.
"Ma, I'm playing with my dolls!" I answered and pranced about the kitchen singing a Barbie song.
Mom was almost convinced I was mad.

I ran back to my room. It was then that the computer screen caught my eye. The debugger was showing a shocking 300 errors for a few hundred lines of code.
I quickly pulled a chair and got down to checking the code again. Four hours later, I was tired to every muscle, trying to rectify the horrible code. I stretched and looked around the room.

My eyes fell on the playhouse I had assembled. I smiled, thinking of the 25 minutes of joy those dolls had given me. I made some space on my work table and put the dolls there, and took the 'dish' out of the microwave.
In another five minutes, I was all set to look through my code again.