look at those monster eyes !! - cant be me :D

I have a photographic memory – I know that.  Not exactly proud, but quite amazed!  It’s like my retinae have stored some photos forever. Or have been storing all the while...

  As my lappie now disappears from my visual field, I see myself. Our old home, painted lime yellow, my grandma I see through the small door convincing this 2 yr old to open the door.

  And I genuinely explain to her “mom said not to open the door to anyone till she finishes her bath”- Reminds me now of ganesha’s story :D

  


   A niece once brought me a gokulam magazine from an old rucksack – a big cover story on a baby boy who latched the bathroom door with his mom in, crying helplessly as he heard her scream and bang the door, but still not knowing to open it...

  Definitely not that interesting :D – but if u were wondering how did it even make for a cover story, well, as this was going on for half an hour or so, the house being empty, a bunk store guy (being my friend), farther down the street, had to hear me cry and open the door.

  I hear now in awe- when my grandma or my aunt talks sometime or other about this violent, naughty, impassive but extremely loved kid they can’t forget about ;) No wonder all the other babies in the family literally grew up hearing my stories – be it at lunch or bedtime.