A distant relation of mine is a strange woman. Whenever she visits she takes carrybags from us for any reason or under any pretex, sometimes with permission; but more commonly without asking. Paper, plastic doesn’t matter. Bags with brand names is her favorite kind.
But when we visit her and need an extra bag for packing she’ll give you an old, worn out one. I even remember her hiding her bags. I needed a plastic bag to pack my wet clothes and I’d seen some bags lying somewhere, but when I went looking for them they were gone. How Strange….:mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:
I’m leaving for my aunt’s place tomorrow for ‘Ganesh Festival’. There is no wifi at her home and I’ve decided I’m not going to use mobile data and I’ll survive until Wednesday.
It’s only five days. I will servive….
Yes I will…
Missy was a Pomeranian female she was sent to me by a grand uncle as I mentioned in my last post. She was less than a month old when my grandfather brought her on a train and she was tumbling every two steps for the first day, the juddering train journey had bothered her so much. She was so little she could easily fit on my palm or in my shirt’s pocket. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of her when she was that young.
Missy 21st March 1997 – 6th June 2009
This one was taken when she was two and half years old
She was never afraid of Monty. On the other hand she was always very bossy even when she was so tiny. Monty was five months old when Missy arrived and he always took care of her. When I’d feed them Missy would never eat from her own bowl but always started on Monty’s food and he’d just step aside and let her eat. Only once when Missy was a little older did he do something about it. I guess he was a little too hungry that day, but still he didn’t growl or lose his patience, he just pushed her to the wall and pinned her there for a while. Since that day she never looked at his food, and Monty continued to taking care of her. Missy was always a troublemaker so sometimes I had to keep her tied and Monty would try to chew her belt off. Missy was a little selfish; she never cared too much for Monty… or for me even. She was always my father’s baby, but she was family and so we all loved her and still do.
Last year my mother’s uncle had a heart surgery and I had to visit him at a rural hospital in ‘Wardha’, near Nagpur. The hospital was big, clean and well equipped but the surrounding area was unkempt and crowded with people from villages all around.
We talked for a while; me and my great uncle; about his health, then about family, then his village and finally about weather and then I asked him if he needed anything; for as soon as I had stepped in his room his grandson who was attending to him had excused himself and hadn’t returned. My great uncle said he’d like some orange juice so I went to get it at a juice center outside the hospital grounds. On my way back an old man who was sitting at the main gate beckoned me and very politely said, “It’s really embarrassing, but my daughter didn’t bring my lunch yet and I’m getting really hungry.” He seemed from a good family. Well clothed, combed and clean. I felt bad for him and gave him a 100 Rupees note. He turned the note a few times in his hands in disbelief and I couldn’t stand there and watch.
After giving my great uncle his juice I peaked from the window. The old man was still sitting there near the distant gates and explaining something to a man in blue suit. The man rummaged in his pockets and gave the old man some money. Again the old man turned the note in his hands and the man in blue suit left, wearing sympathy and satisfaction on his face.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe people could deceive you in such ways. I was shocked that I had been made fool so easily.
But then, you can’t stop helping others just because of this kind of…. People.
When I was young I had this habit of touching every insect or crawling bug with my foot. It was a bad habit but I didn’t understand it until after this unpleasant incident. I don’t remember any of this by the way, but it’s just as everyone’s told me over the years.
I was four years old and we were living in a village with my grandparents back then. I was playing in our front yard and my uncle was sitting on front steps. I saw something crawling in front of me and as always I nudged it with my foot.
Unfortunately it was a scorpion and, you can guess what happened. My uncle was a few feet away from me and he saw me wince and also saw the scorpion. He says I didn’t cry at once, just stared at my foot transfixed. And when he was carrying me into the house I started to whimper.
I was then rushed to a doctor (followed by my whole family) and treated just in time.
I was survived and never again did I mess with any crawling thing.