Marks Of life

last time i had been to a party, i noticed a sweet shy girl tallying around her mom...So i thought of engaging her as well and i invited her to the antakshari we were deep in....Her mom stared at us for a few seconds and then politely denied it. It was only later that i came to know that she was deaf as well as dumb...... Later she tried to communicate with me and i was shocked to face the truth ....It hurt me a lot but it was too late to repair the damage.....I dunno if i would ever meet her again but i would like to render one heart felt apology to her ....This certainly created a mark in my life.......in the sense that i would never be able to forget that

I recently read that one who muses the past never lives and to thrive on , one needed aspirations.....Yaaa i do have aspirations......i wish our downstair aunt sends me more laddus and sweet paratas.......

its been really hectic a couple of weeks and never got a chance to blog..

n yaa one very funny incident.............my inlaws have a very different dialect than mine and the last time i visisted them, it happened so that i had asked for a cup of black coffee while my aunt was boiling milk.......in her hurry to give me the coffee,,the milk had boiled over....i had not noticed the entire incident and when it came to my notice ,, i saw my aunt saying something which i comfortably interpreted as she had burnt her fingers.........my civility tuk the better of me and i promptly emptied the cold water i had in my hand over her hands...............i stood there expecting some appreciation for my on the spot leverage....only to find my aunt stunned...........then a laughter broke out as she explained that she had meant that the milk had overflown and nothing had got burnt :D

the aunt who lives in challisery has a sweet little house similar to the old ones heard in stories.......and this time when i went home, i recognized one universal truth...........infant recognize their mother by the usual dresses and smells,,, he he i got this conclusion when i had to wear my cousin's dress and my niece was always crying out to me to hold her whenever she saw me......however my voice did give me out and the poor little thing was such a confusion when she was amicably in my hands whom she had believed to be her mom and she heard her mom's voice from somewhereelse........ :D

i realised one more thing like though i like villages and all, i dont like to stay permanently there ....its all for a vacation!!!