back to the journey..

it might have been fun ,crawling on all fours....never care attittude.Each moment u see a new thing, which would tickle your curiosity and then let loose to experience it,not afraid of anything.I think this attittude loses at that stage itself,'cause afterwards you are fed with the incessant advices of what not to do.But then, that is the fun.. to do things which are taboo!! for you and the feeling that everything u see is something to be eaten,'cause i feel that is the only worry for you then,to eat when you are hungry,even flames seem to be edible.And this is the period when you can cry really LLLOOOUUUDD, that too in open, full to your satisfaction and to others ire.
ooooooh its really naughty to do things which irritate others and you smile sated achieving that. a sadistic approach heee..
I believe i was not that naughty ,nobody told me so ,at least.. but, i might have given some tough times to 'amma'.well! talking about my 'amma'.. a frail lady,the same as she is now.I have seen some old black&white photographs(real gems) of hers,non smiling even those days too and she was pretty,with thick eyeliners,which i dont like at all,they say,eyeliners are used to enhance a girls beauty,i find it very odd..anyway coming back to amma,a silent lady with some temper and lot of patience .when she gets angry,she talks to herself and rather be alone than spend all the anger at someone.memory eludes me of my initial days with her,but the bond is very strong..more than a mother to me she is a wonderful woman who has had a tough life.Life rarely offered her with enough happiness,lost her father when she was three?!being the youngest in the family of 6,she used to tell a thing or two about her childhood,her school days,pranks that her brothers would do ,(one such i remember about her 2nd brother who would perch up one of those cahew trees..and 'loo' sittting on top of the branches .hey! thats an innovative way of relieving urself,when i see 'uncle' now i used to giggle).And of!course she used to tell me about my father',they studied in the same school and he was a close friend of my youngest uncle.I tried to get more info.about whether she was smitten by his charm on those days itself,but she would stave off saying ,those time 'we were even afraid of looking at boys'. you never know...!! that could be the best period she would have had....