Baby blues
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It was a hot Saturday afternoon. The mummies were chatting and the daddies were watching cricket. 15-month-old Rohan Mishra (Golu) was lying on his back in the middle of a giant (by his standards) bed and was expressing his dissatisfaction with the general quality of life somewhat loudly. In time, his limited lung capacity wore out and he stopped for breath.
“This is most embarrasing,” he said to himself. “I can’t walk yet. As if that’s not enough, I get no respect. You would think they would pay some attention to my bawling, but no. Can things get worse?”
The doorbell rang and the mummy opened the door to an auntie. With her came 13-or-so-month-old Disha Das (Pupu). They put the two next to each other and went away.
“Great,” thought Rohan, “More embarrasment.”
“Hello,” he said audibly. “It’s rather warm, isn’t it?” She was beautiful. An ugly baby is actually quite a stupid idea. They grow into a world that calls things ugly and beautiful. But Rohan and Disha were only 15 and 13 months old respectively.
“Yes,” she said. Silence. She seemed to be more interested in the squirrel sitting outside the window, on the neem branch.
“Perhaps I should get her something to eat,” Rohan thought.
He climbed down the bed and crawled to the refrigerator. He hugged it and cried, “DAAAAAAAAMMM !!”
Then he fell face forward onto the floor. Rohan was annoyed. He decided to let the world know. The mummy came running. Rohan said something but didn’t quite manage to get his point across.
He was put back on the bed. Disha was still looking out of the window. Rohan felt his effort at breaking the ice had gone waste. He tried not to think about it.
However, he did make a mental note. “When they eventually start teaching me how to read, I will first learn how to really pronounce Jam. That would really help.”
Posted on Monday, February 20th, 2006 at 5:06 pm and filed under people, stories, babies.
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Did you write this? Really very good!!
Well of course I wrote it! The cheek of it! You dare ask ME that?
I’ll wait for the sequel…
Oops sorry… meant it as a compliment if it’s any consolation - it’s so good that I couldn’t believe you wrote it
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Waiting for more
Insight? Hmmm…. Hey thanks!
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