The word ‘India’ is synonymous to ‘Adventure’. My life here has never run out of spice. There is always something new, odd and eventful happening around me. And now accompanied by my little Columbus, who has already been across three countries in 10 months life span; my life is even more happening….
The other day I was giving Aum a bath. The bathroom echoed melodies of splashing water, goo-goo songs and my screams. The moist walls of the tiny bathroom enveloped shear warmth of mother’s love, a child's affection and the summers of India. It was a striking moment…. drops of water trickled down our bodies…. Only, his were tap water droplets and mine: salty sweat!
Anyways, as per the daily ritual, I Johnson soaped him. But the wicked bar slipped out of my hands sliding swiftly on the slippery tiles.
That was it!!!
My Columbus had discovered another interesting thing….!!!
He dove behind the rounded bar of white soap sliding just as swiftly out of my hands as the soap; flat on his tummy making his way towards his exciting discovery in a breaststroke. His little arms and legs were squabbling as fast as possible, swimming in the scanty waters of the bathroom; skidding effortlessly to grab the soapy wonder. But the naughty bar kept cheating him…. The minute those tiny fingers caught hold of that slippery brat, it would leap out like a mouse escaping his trap…
This cat-rat race had become a daily routine… until one day another member joined out family spa.
The bathing ritual was done and the breaststroke chase had just commenced when I realised that I had forgotten Aum’s towel in the bedroom. I left the best mates at their game and ran out to fetch the towel…
But when I returned the scene had changed…
Little Columbus had found another pal. The soap was soaking in the corner moaning his ignorance... and Aum was giggling and applauding the skillful backstrokes of a half dead cockroach. The cockroach was floating on his back in the shallow lather of Aum’s bath and was wriggling his 'not so many' legs in an uncoordinated fashion; as if, pleading for rescue. Just before Aum decided to give him first-aid: ‘CPR’; I promptly leaped into the situation.
Well I don’t know whom I was rescuing… but I hurled the drowning soul to freedom. I threw him out of the bathroom window. I could hardly see where his destiny took him; not that I cared…
But certainly, I had hurt the feelings of my little explorer by shooing away his new-mate without even allowing him to give it his farewell kiss…
The other day I was giving Aum a bath. The bathroom echoed melodies of splashing water, goo-goo songs and my screams. The moist walls of the tiny bathroom enveloped shear warmth of mother’s love, a child's affection and the summers of India. It was a striking moment…. drops of water trickled down our bodies…. Only, his were tap water droplets and mine: salty sweat!
Anyways, as per the daily ritual, I Johnson soaped him. But the wicked bar slipped out of my hands sliding swiftly on the slippery tiles.
That was it!!!
My Columbus had discovered another interesting thing….!!!
He dove behind the rounded bar of white soap sliding just as swiftly out of my hands as the soap; flat on his tummy making his way towards his exciting discovery in a breaststroke. His little arms and legs were squabbling as fast as possible, swimming in the scanty waters of the bathroom; skidding effortlessly to grab the soapy wonder. But the naughty bar kept cheating him…. The minute those tiny fingers caught hold of that slippery brat, it would leap out like a mouse escaping his trap…
This cat-rat race had become a daily routine… until one day another member joined out family spa.
The bathing ritual was done and the breaststroke chase had just commenced when I realised that I had forgotten Aum’s towel in the bedroom. I left the best mates at their game and ran out to fetch the towel…
But when I returned the scene had changed…
Little Columbus had found another pal. The soap was soaking in the corner moaning his ignorance... and Aum was giggling and applauding the skillful backstrokes of a half dead cockroach. The cockroach was floating on his back in the shallow lather of Aum’s bath and was wriggling his 'not so many' legs in an uncoordinated fashion; as if, pleading for rescue. Just before Aum decided to give him first-aid: ‘CPR’; I promptly leaped into the situation.
Well I don’t know whom I was rescuing… but I hurled the drowning soul to freedom. I threw him out of the bathroom window. I could hardly see where his destiny took him; not that I cared…
But certainly, I had hurt the feelings of my little explorer by shooing away his new-mate without even allowing him to give it his farewell kiss…
