"Hello Mom, when will you come home" my 10 year old daughter asked me over the phone.
"I have just left office, I will be home by 6 pm." I said.
"Come quickly, I have something interesting to tell you" she said.
"You have something interesting to tell me, WOW !" I was all ears. "Tell me right away sweetie," I said.
This was a rare moment. Mainly because whenever she called me from the home phone, it was to lodge a complaint with the home ministry against the atrocities of her older brother (double her height and three times her weight). Her calls usually started with a loud wail with accusations and insinuations flowing freely as big tears rolled down her tiny slim face.
"No, come home, then I will tell you the interesting thing" she said almost as if she was my mother.
"Hey please tell me now, right now, I cant wait", I replied in excitement.
The little madame had already put the phone down.
When I reached home, I barely unhooked the handbag from my shoulder, I called her "Hey Armaana, where are you? Tell me about the interesting thing".
Curiosity was making my nose my nose was grow longer and longer in excitement.
My little daughter, all of 10 - looks like 8 but behaves like 13, peeped from the bedroom door. She was still in her school uniform. She came running, hugged my waist and said, I am going to tell you something very interesting mom, it's really very interesting"
My eyes, mind , heart and lips were all so were so happy in excitement "go on, tell me, I can't wait to hear it".
"There was this mosquito that sat on my arm and I decided to observe it".
She saw the immediate fall of grace on her mother's face .... from happy to dreary in 0.05 seconds.
When younger, she had been a victim of the dreadful dengue and me, I had been a victim of the malignant malaria.
"Dont worry mom, it wasn't a dengue mosquito" she said.
"How do you know that " I asked in horror of her method of observation.
"Dengue mosquitoes are black with white stripes,..... right ?" she said confidently, and then slowly she slipped into doubt as she noticed my eyebrows remained raised to the ceiling.
"No baby, you can't really tell if it is a dengue mosquito or not" I said, totally deflated.
My eyes were now sloping, drooping and unhappy in worry.
"Please, DONT allow mosquitoes to sit on you intentionally!!!
"Mom please listen, it's very interesting...." she pleaded.
"Ok, go on, tell me" I said, trying not to let my tears of fear flow in her folly.
My little baby continued in excitement but my heart had already sunk!
"So, this mosquito sat on my arm and I let it sting. I brought my arm closer to my face for a better look, and I could see his bottom fill up from half to full, it became red with blood. And then, when I tried to move him, he could barely move because he was heavy and overfull."
Slowly my eyes, mind and face lit up in interest and amazement.
WOW! what an observation.
I was mesmerised by my daughter and the bloody mosquito.
This was indeed an interesting thing.
In the past half century of my living and loving nature, this insect had been ignored because of its bloodiness. The minute one hummed or danced around me in circles, my reflex was to shun, shoo or swot . I would start clapping all over in the air, like the Gujarati Garba dance (the famous dance done in the dry state of Gujarat, by the Gujaratis, in an inebriated state.
Why hadn't I ever thought
of observing the mosquito prick
someone else's arm so effortlessly
and change to bloody red so instantly !
She was right... It was indeed 'Interest-Sting'.
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"I have just left office, I will be home by 6 pm." I said.
"Come quickly, I have something interesting to tell you" she said.
"You have something interesting to tell me, WOW !" I was all ears. "Tell me right away sweetie," I said.
This was a rare moment. Mainly because whenever she called me from the home phone, it was to lodge a complaint with the home ministry against the atrocities of her older brother (double her height and three times her weight). Her calls usually started with a loud wail with accusations and insinuations flowing freely as big tears rolled down her tiny slim face.
"No, come home, then I will tell you the interesting thing" she said almost as if she was my mother.
"Hey please tell me now, right now, I cant wait", I replied in excitement.
The little madame had already put the phone down.
When I reached home, I barely unhooked the handbag from my shoulder, I called her "Hey Armaana, where are you? Tell me about the interesting thing".
Curiosity was making my nose my nose was grow longer and longer in excitement.
My little daughter, all of 10 - looks like 8 but behaves like 13, peeped from the bedroom door. She was still in her school uniform. She came running, hugged my waist and said, I am going to tell you something very interesting mom, it's really very interesting"
My eyes, mind , heart and lips were all so were so happy in excitement "go on, tell me, I can't wait to hear it".
"There was this mosquito that sat on my arm and I decided to observe it".
She saw the immediate fall of grace on her mother's face .... from happy to dreary in 0.05 seconds.
When younger, she had been a victim of the dreadful dengue and me, I had been a victim of the malignant malaria.
"Dont worry mom, it wasn't a dengue mosquito" she said.
"How do you know that " I asked in horror of her method of observation.
"Dengue mosquitoes are black with white stripes,..... right ?" she said confidently, and then slowly she slipped into doubt as she noticed my eyebrows remained raised to the ceiling.
"No baby, you can't really tell if it is a dengue mosquito or not" I said, totally deflated.
My eyes were now sloping, drooping and unhappy in worry.
"Please, DONT allow mosquitoes to sit on you intentionally!!!
"Mom please listen, it's very interesting...." she pleaded.
"Ok, go on, tell me" I said, trying not to let my tears of fear flow in her folly.
My little baby continued in excitement but my heart had already sunk!
"So, this mosquito sat on my arm and I let it sting. I brought my arm closer to my face for a better look, and I could see his bottom fill up from half to full, it became red with blood. And then, when I tried to move him, he could barely move because he was heavy and overfull."
Slowly my eyes, mind and face lit up in interest and amazement.
WOW! what an observation.
I was mesmerised by my daughter and the bloody mosquito.
This was indeed an interesting thing.
In the past half century of my living and loving nature, this insect had been ignored because of its bloodiness. The minute one hummed or danced around me in circles, my reflex was to shun, shoo or swot . I would start clapping all over in the air, like the Gujarati Garba dance (the famous dance done in the dry state of Gujarat, by the Gujaratis, in an inebriated state.
Why hadn't I ever thought
of observing the mosquito prick
someone else's arm so effortlessly
and change to bloody red so instantly !
She was right... It was indeed 'Interest-Sting'.
------------------------------------------------
click on the links to see something interesting...
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