I am back with my unfinished story. And where else can I go? You are the only one to understand my miseries, my friend.
So on that fateful day after they took away my beautiful tresses, they decided to give me a good bath. By they, I don’t mean the usual culprits. More people joined the couple. And you know what the woman did in front of so many people? She undressed me completely. I was already feeling naked with no hair on my head, and now I was one, literally. It was so embarrassing.
On that day I could not enjoy even my favourite bath time. Tell me diary, how would you feel to take a bath in the presence of a crowd? But, these adults are so insensitive.
Coming back to the story. I thought now I would get to eat those promised ‘rice and everything nice’. But, no. The jobless woman again started decking me up for some photoshoot. I kicked and shouted in protest. And had a semi-win at last. I wore the ‘gorgeous’ thing but didn’t allow her to button me up.
Triumphantly I moved towards the final arena where I could see all those colourful dishes, arranged beautifully. I was happy at last. They sat me on the lap of another man. This man comes to our house sometimes and the woman of the house keeps calling him Baba. Anyways, that gentleman was nice. He gave me a spoonful of something white. It was sweet. I liked it. He was about to offer me something more when the older woman who kept tugging my hands to see if I am hurt whenever I cried, came running to stop that.
I could not understand their words, but, their action spoke louder. I was to only taste that white thing thrice and the other items are only for show! This was beyond appalling. All my anger came down in the form of tears. Some other people also tried to offer me that same thing, I vehemently protested. It would take days to overcome this injustice. This drama has many more episodes, would tell you someday. Now, I am feeling sleepy. Time to shout for milk. Goodnight.
This post is a part of the A2Z021 challenge by Blogchatter.
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Well well..it was anna prasana only then. I love how u write as if u r the baby. It is very entertaining to read.
Aaww another super cure post, so love the conceptualisation here
So cute poor little guy only eating kheer. Anyone would wail. I so love your posts
Absolutely love this series. Its all positive, funny and extremely creative.
Haha…I am in love with the series. I feel like so connected to this little wonder
Aww finally I get to eat but only the white sweet rice. Poor baby again had to shout for milk and injustice stays in form of tears for long. Can well connect to tears my kiddo had dropped.. I can feel them now. Such creative posts, loving them a lot.
Well this is my first time popping in from A2Z and I’m sure glad I did. What an adorable story you have weaved…I must read more. I’m playing in my Garden if you have some time to pull some weeds.
Wow loving the series. today baby tried kheer first time and I loved to read her thoughts about the same. each post is so cute in this series dear.
Absolutely adored this piece . The way the baby says jobless woman had me giggle with laughter…
hahahaaha it completely feels like the voice of a baby. You have expressed it so well. Looking forward to read more.
Aww.. he only got to eat the white thing out of so many dishes. That is certainly not fair at all!! Loving your series.
This is so cute and adorable. The little fellow is so torchured…. Poor fellow can’t even express. Let’s cry out loud and get want you want…. Hahaha
haha, ‘jobless woman’….So mucch to bear, so much to express little baby’s adorable conversation hooked me up throughout!
What an array of feelings the kid is having. Amazing narration
God how bizarre do our customs and world sounds from the mouth of a baby! Loved the humour in this.
Awww I love this series, feel for the baby though;)
Am absolutely loving this series . Making me imagine my kids narrating this.