At the strike of 9 comes thunder ringing the doorbell, scribbling the walls, dancing around the house, kicking baseball and creating havoc in the neighborhood. These miniature pieces who’ve not even seen a dozen years are sheer superstars in their own strengths! What do they not know?
- Tallest mountain range
- Latest hollywood single
- Latest bollywood single
- India’s Prez
- The loudest aunty in the neighbourhood
- The longest word in the English dictionary
- Where does a baby come from
- The latest booty and legging fad
- The look on my face when my boyfriend calls!
- Who is Chhota Shakeel
- Amount in their savings account
- How much Amitabh uncle makes
- How many zeros make one million
- How many times does their dog poo in a day
- What their English teacher wore for the Annual Day
- Why her best friend is a bitch 2 times a week!
- Tata Young’s birthday
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The list is pretty long. I might have barely made half way down the list in my days of half a dozen years. However, what is marvelous is what does not go amiss in their list of amusements:
- Tooth Fairy
- Kay Sera Sera…..
- Santa Claus
- House House
- Hide and Seek
- Red Hands
- I want elephant-shaped roti!
- When will we go to Disneyland again?
- Just please play the fool with me….come lets kick each other, can I pull your hair?….can I push you if I don’t like you?….whose den is it now?
[Smiling] Two such kids reside in my neighborhood; sharp young minds, anxious e yes, waiting to get their hands on every new object, waiting for answers to your each move, sometimes simplifying the reason of existence more than ever before. My Pa is every child’s best friend. He has a unique magnetic force to have them fluttering around him all the time. So at the strike of 9, at least three evenings in a week, our residence is audience to a mirthful, boisterous, crazy extravaganza of ‘Kids Fun Corner’!
What I am going to sleep tonight with is a snippet from a personal favourite. Serendipity by John Mayer.
I have these dreams I’m walking home
home where it used to be
everything is as it was
frozen in front of me
here I stand six feet small
romanticizing years ago
well it’s a bittersweet feeling
hearing “Wrapped Around Your Finger” on the radio
and these days
I wish I was six again
oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
oh if only my life was more like 1983
all these things would be more like they were at the start of me
I had it made in 83
