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Childhood is the most precious and cherished moment of a human life. Isn’t it a great irony that when we are children, we want to be adults and vice-versa?

I have been an introvert for the most part of my life. As a child, I was so shy that my mom told me that people didn’t believe I existed. However, my mom told me of an incident that made everyone laugh. An old acquaintance of our family, Mrs. Padma, used to collect subscription for the renovation of the temples.

One day, she visited our house with a receipt book. My mom gave 50 β‚Ή as her contribution. This was way back in 1985. I was watching the exchange of receipt with money. I couldn’t contain my curiosity and asked mom, ” Why are you paying her so much money for a piece of paper? Return it and take your money back.” I was 4 at that time.

In another freak accident, I almost lost my tongue. We had just bought a new refrigerator in the early 90s. I often used to open and close the refrigerator door to enjoy the chill air. Once, I opened the freezer door and tried to lick the ice when my tongue got stuck to the freezer. Fortunately, mom saw my mischief and came to my rescue. She pulled me with a gentle force and out came my tongue, intact, but bleeding.

My brother, who’s three years junior, also was not far behind. The hinges of the refrigerator door had already become loose due to my playing. He wanted to drink cold water and just as he opened the door, it came off in his hand. Fearing my mother’s fury, he went to our neighbors and hid there until mom came to fetch him. She was so cool that she merely laughed at his action and got the serviceman to fix the door. Both of us avoided going near the fridge for as long as possible.

I also had a unique way of showing my anger. I would compose an essay on the offending person in 4 languages, English, Hindi, Marathi, and Tamil. We had a cook in our house. I don’t know what made her hate us ( My brother and I). She would often tell tale on us and get us into trouble with Mom. I used to call her Mrs. Fox. She actually looked like a fox wearing human clothes. One day, she irritated me so much that I wrote essays on her in all the four languages, calling her a stupid witch and names that my mom found very funny. She burst out laughing when she read those essays. Fortunately, mom caught her stealing and sacked her immediately. I had also written something like:

She’s an ugly witch.

She can be a mean bitch.

Her mouth, I want to stitch.

For being a dirty snitch

And throw her in a ditch.

But I decided not to let my secret weapons ( nasty essays) fall into the wrong hands. So, I would either make a paper plane out of it or throw it in a dustbin after tearing the paper. Years later, I stopped this practice to avoid wasting precious paper.

That’s it for now, friends.

Thank you so much for taking your precious time to visit my website. Hope you enjoyed reading my blogs. 😊😊


15 thoughts on “MONDAY BLUEs (17)

  1. Dear Aparna, very interesting post, you mekas me remember some things. Omg! About your tong on the refrigerator, auch! When I was a little girl, they bought me a popsicle, it stuck to my lips, I couldn’t speak. Thank’s for share, friend. Have a day full of relaxing, happiness, lovely, nice and fun moments, sending you blessings and a big hug.
    I am going to sleep, see you later.

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  2. Thank you sooooo much, dear Elvira for all the likes. You made me smile and I am so grateful to you. Oh, we share similar incident too! Lots of love, hugs, kisses, coffees, cakes and all the fun and happiness. 😊😊😊πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜.

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  3. You are welcome, dear Aparna.
    Just a detail, wishing you happy day!
    I am glad to hear it! Have a wonderful day full of love, hugs, kisses, smiles, coffee, cakes, fun and more! πŸ™πŸ»πŸ€—πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ₯°πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜πŸ˜ŠπŸ™πŸ»

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  4. Girl Aparna, I can’t help but fall on the floor laughing my butt off. Oh, how I love your poem girlfriend. And to think after all of that venting, in four languages mind you…you started thinking about Mother Nature and not wasting precious paper. Girl, you were an old soul then, and a young soul now! Thanks for sharing and making my day! πŸŒžπŸ’πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸ€©πŸ’‹πŸ˜ŠπŸ¦‹πŸ˜˜πŸŽΆ

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  5. 😘😘πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜. You know, when my now reformed hubby abused me mentally and physically, I wrote a poem on him called ‘ The tale of a wife abuser.” I will share it with you shortly. Thank you so much for the cheer. 😘😘πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ˜. Lots of love, hugs, kisses, and all the happiness for you.

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  6. Awww, thanks so much for your amazing insight Aparna. I find that writing is my respite and therapy. So glad to hear about your hubby’s reformation. Let’s hope it remains that way. I appreciate you my dear and awesome friend. Enjoy the rest of your evening! πŸ˜˜πŸŒΊπŸ€—πŸ’‹πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ₯°


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