i tried the best i could to persuade my parents to donate him to charity, but they adamantly refused to listen to reason. since that terrible day, he has made it the chief purpose of his life to bug me to distraction.
now to my joy, the hateful little neighbor has a little brother too. i don't mind having a little brother if everyone else has one as well. misery loses its edge when distributed evenly and fairly. and by all that is holy, if anyone on this wide earth deserved such a punishment, it is she. i'd like to see how long she can call her famous red tricycle her own and for how long her favorite toys remain saliva-free. hahaha. pride comes before a fall.
the neighborhood baby brother is a dangerous person in the offing, one can tell. his optimistic parents have gone and named him Harsh and he quite lives up to the name. perhaps they forgot to tell him they meant it with the Hindi connotation and not the English one. he glares at passersby in a harsh manner and dribbles saliva all over his chin in a harsh manner too. his harshness reaches new peaks when he is wet, and we are all treated to the sound of him protesting very harshly indeed.
perhaps he feels that
A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.
Is always walcum.
- Ogden Nash (Reflection on Babies)
You be careful of this tricycle walli and this Harsh fellow. I sense trouble brewing, Cut Sparrow. Beware!
ReplyDeletei will, i will. i religiously ignore him drooling at the sight of me when i get off the bus.
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