i am the one on the table ...the tallest girl who is behind me is Shirley and the kid with the lace on the collar and sleeves is my sis ...the boy next to the sis is Shirley's brother ...they left for America in the 70s itself ...and the other two boys in this snap to my right ...are the kids I would love to put in place ...during my toddler days LOL
the boy whose head is right next to me was a year older than the sister i.e 4 years older than me ...and his younger brother is a year older than me ... and their mom used to like me very much as a kid ....when ever these boys ate ripe bananas they would get fever ...their dream those days was to grow up and gorge on bananas LOL and the younger of the two loved jam with everything ...even soup .... they went to a very strict school nearer to home and the sis and i went to a girls convent a little further away from home ....
on rare occasions when the younger boy would be ill and at home ...i would go and play with him ...however my sense of right and wrong would make me angry with the younger brother and i would bully him and win every conversation we had ....till he was on the verge of tears ...
those brothers were as thick as thieves and the minute the elder brother would come home ....the younger one would tell him about me and the elder one would come thumping home with a steel spatula and charge me about needling his brother .... i would listen to him and not reply ....my parents were very strict about being polite to guests who come home ...i would wait for him to go home ...
then i would go pick up the machete kind of thing my dad had for breaking open them coco-nuts.... and charge into those boys house and give a clarion call to both the brothers ....who do you think you both are ??? how dare you come to my house and yell at me ....don't you know How Irritating your brother IS ???? isn't that why you whack him Shibu anna (anna is how one addresses older brothers in Mallu )
and their mom would come running and say ....oh my ...is my house under attack now ....and split us up and take me home and tell my parents about the incident ... and i would get an ear full about behaving like a girl and not fighting with boys .... hmmm
and their mom would come running and say ....oh my ...is my house under attack now ....and split us up and take me home and tell my parents about the incident ... and i would get an ear full about behaving like a girl and not fighting with boys .... hmmm
when i was in Kinder Garten their dad took up a job at the Dubai Airport and the boys shifted to Kerala ....they had a very cute dachshund named Rosie whom those boys loved very much ... according to those boys Rosie was their sister ...since i was allergic to pets ...i would pet her from as far as possible ...
however their mom could not take all their belongings and the boys and the dog too, to Kerala and she left their pet with us ....Rosie was a very ferocious Dachshund and no one Dared come home ...she would bite the post man and the paperman and fishermonger and vegetable vendors and family and friends too ... LOL ...we kids loved her just as much as my erstwhile neighbours ...then one day came a letter asking us to send Rosie to Kerala ... somehow she knew and stopped eating ...finally on the day she was sent to Kerala ...she bit the Ticket Collector and the pet handler on the train and barked her head off .... she was going to have babies after a few months...so told a letter that came from Trivandrum ....however later we came to know that Rosie ate all her three pups and soon after when the monsoons started that year ...she got swept away and drowned in the ensuing floods .... we were heartbroken to know ...
when we went to Kerala ..we used to meet the neighbours during every visit to Trivandrum .....however by then we hardly spoke to each other ....
however their mom could not take all their belongings and the boys and the dog too, to Kerala and she left their pet with us ....Rosie was a very ferocious Dachshund and no one Dared come home ...she would bite the post man and the paperman and fishermonger and vegetable vendors and family and friends too ... LOL ...we kids loved her just as much as my erstwhile neighbours ...then one day came a letter asking us to send Rosie to Kerala ... somehow she knew and stopped eating ...finally on the day she was sent to Kerala ...she bit the Ticket Collector and the pet handler on the train and barked her head off .... she was going to have babies after a few months...so told a letter that came from Trivandrum ....however later we came to know that Rosie ate all her three pups and soon after when the monsoons started that year ...she got swept away and drowned in the ensuing floods .... we were heartbroken to know ...
when we went to Kerala ..we used to meet the neighbours during every visit to Trivandrum .....however by then we hardly spoke to each other ....
in 2015 when my brother came down from Texas.. on his visit to India ....he wanted to take us sisters and kids out with his kids and since i was very busy with setting up the house... post half the renovation work was over i excused myself ....ergo the younger brother and elder sis took all the kids and went to a Chinese joint in town ... which was next to the sister's official quarters ....and my siblings were talking about my terror tactics with the boys in the neighbourhood ....
and my kids got mighty upset ....they came home and asked me if i was a Gangsta kind and if i had actually taken a huge machete kind of knife to threaten the neighbours ...and i said ya as nonchalantly as possible ....however Kids ....they needed all kinds of details and from then on .... for some reason ...they do not take to my siblings .... sigh ....
and my kids got mighty upset ....they came home and asked me if i was a Gangsta kind and if i had actually taken a huge machete kind of knife to threaten the neighbours ...and i said ya as nonchalantly as possible ....however Kids ....they needed all kinds of details and from then on .... for some reason ...they do not take to my siblings .... sigh ....
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