I was talking to my aunt on the phone who was updating me about my uncle’s health. (He’s recently been admitted to the hospital for a heart condition.) In the background, my bratty nephew is apparently trying to tie a ribbon around the receiver. My aunt who hasn’t had enough rest since the last few days tries to ward him off like a fly. “Shoo! Not now..I’m talking…come later…”, I hear her telling that two-feet volcano.
And I hear a lispy, baby voice retort, “Why? Who is more important than me?”
Oh well…..
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Day 20 of 108
All that meditation is feeling heavy. My face is puffy and bloated and back, shoulders, and neck are stiff as hell. But it's okay. It w...
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Children can be so truthful--r'ber the young one at a party who asks his embarrassed father pointing to a guest--is this the chap who drinks like a fish ?
Hiranandani is full of too many kids and not enough doggies !!
LOL .
it is me - longtime reader , first time comment-er
hey anand...yes! true!
Hi sanguine!
Hmm...why didn't you comment before? Never mind...here you are! :-D
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