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Laughter and Its Effect.

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We came out of the house, past the building gate,walked along the main road, passed the by lane. A few steps ahead, we met our old housemaid. Seeing us, she felt so happy that she laughed. Her laughter was so yellow, I don’t want to describe it any further and I leave to you to understand that we felt suffocated and couldn’t help answering her questions, like how we are, who is working now? Could she come for giving my mother some massage and all.

Ma gave her little money and we proceeded further. Reached a baker’s shop and ordered some savouries and told him that while going back home, we will collect it. We proceeded further to the next by lane for walking and met our old school bus driver.

 He smiled and he had long and sharp teeth. Recognized me and asked what I was doing now. He told my mother –“Your son was very peaceful. He never quarrelled in the bus”.

After passing him, Ma looked at me and asked-“Is it a denture day?” We were walking and came the panipuriwala. We stopped for it and had panipuris when a small girl brought a pitcher full of good water. The panipuri seller, made the tamarind water.

The girl is very fluent in Marathi and she asked her father would she bring some more. To this her father said-“No, now you sit here.”

As we were gulping down the panipuri very faster, the girl started laughing without any control. Both of us also laughed. This time, her denture and laughter was from her heart and joyful. That we forgot the laughter of the old acquaintances

Came back and collected the bakery product and both of us checked in the mirror, that how do we look when we laugh and it was okay. Relief.

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The Aunt Granny.

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My father’s aunt, the aunt granny, used to come to our house frequently. Now she is very old and cannot come. We go and see her sometimes. When she used to come, she would tell us many things about her life, her achievement, her household, even about my father. She could notice any small changes we had made which was not there earlier. We love her. We go and ask gifts from her maybe chocolates or chips or lozenges or whatever maybe.

She would bring sometimes and sometimes tell stories.She challenged us, that we should read long hours and we should not fall asleep. Now one day, all three of us brothers and sisters were determined to hear a good story from her. It should be long and we will not fall asleep.

She agreed and that story went like that “Once I was young and I loved riding horses. Your granduncle would help me in that. I felt like a queen, but he would say, it was only a horse not a carriage.”

We asked grand Anny-“Did you like ice cream also?” Then she told-“Yes, but I only made them, I broke them on my frying pan and the poach will be simply superb.”

Then Robin asked her-“What next you will put Anny?” She will say “Some onion, herb and black pepper.” We all laughed and giggled. She opened her eyes and told us that whatever she had cooked no one could cook it forever. You must ask your father. All liked my recipes.”

Greta told-“O! Anny if you place an ice cream on a frying pan and the poach comes out with all the ingredients which you told, no recipe can second it. I will definitely eat it with orange peels. What about that?”

Anny told-“Orange peels I like the most. I will make a face scrub and keep it in the fridge as a spread on the bread.”

We all again giggled and laughed. She had fallen asleep and murmuring many more recipes like that.

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My Mother’s Purse.

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My mother’s purse is my friend. Since when the old notes such as the currencies of 5s, 10s, 100s, coins and the three folding umbrella are in her purse she doesn’t know. She will get all the changes in it and it has thousand bills, house keys, small towels, wipes, comb, water bottle, prayer book and whatnot.

All my small needs come from this. She will not change her purse. Day by day it became heavy like a stone which she carries on her shoulder.

Most important is that she has a bad frozen shoulder. Though repaired, it gives her a lot of pain.

Still the purse will not change. If I ask her,when we are out, that, “let me carry it Ma for sometime”, she doesn’t agree. So happened what, we went to the market and I was not well. She wanted oranges and apples for me to buy.

You know nowadays plastics are banned and in a paper bag, the fruit seller gave us the oranges and apples, but it could not carry all the fruits. Two apples were left out. Ma told no problem, I am keeping these two apples in my purse. As soon as she had put the apples in the purse, the strap came out. We felt awkward. Both of us. Mummy and me felt sad. Holding the purse like a small baby, adored in mother’s arm we went to the cobbler. The cobbler was busy mending someone other’s shoes.

My mother told him the problem and he took the heavy purse from my mother’s hand. That time I could read her mind. That she was apprehensive, that purse with all its content was in someone else’s hand. The cobbler stitched the strap properly and he kept the purse on the footpath, it caught dust. My mother asked him to wipe the purse out of that dust and you will not believe, that from his personal bag he took a neat and clean white towel. Like my mother cares for the purse, he cleaned it with all care.

He understood Ma’s feelings and has a good heart and strong character and was very calm and composed. We paid him twenty bucks and Ma was overjoyed. She told me that honesty and culture does not only belong to those who are in better condition. She was very happy and grateful that her old purse was taken care by the great cobbler’s own neat towel. She told me as soon as you reach home, you must write a post on it. So I have done.

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Pinwheel and Cascabela flowers Spotted On Baba’s Birthday.

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On 25Th February, I spotted the Pine Wheel and Cascabela flowers. It was Baba’s birthday (Meher Baba’s and he is the Lord Of all the Universes).

PinWheel is known as “Tagor” In Bengali and Cascabela is known as “Kolke” in Bengali.

Throughout India, you can see these flowers. But on the building wall these flowers were peeping above the fence.

These flowers which are white and yellow in colour respectively, often give relief from pollution.

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Green Snow In Russia.

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Green coloured snow has been falling in Pervouralsk,Russia due to pollution.

It has been causing various diseases. Few days back an entire Siberian region was covered in Black snow. Which was again due to pollution.

It is seriously alarming situation where snow is changing to various colours due to pollution from industries.


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