Almost didn't make it to this day had they not figured out how to get that darn umbilical cord from around my neck, came out blue, was pampered by everyone on Nani's side being the first grandchild, Scottie, the family dog was one at the time-he got jealous cause i stole the attention he used to get, so he'd take my toys and put them under the bed right in the middle, where i couldn't get them, later he'd really rip my h.w., but he was protective of me as well and wouldn't let a mosquito come hurt me as I lay asleep, after a while of bouncing around juhu, manish nagar, lokhandwala, in bombay, it's off to doha I went experiencing sand pails and rakes on the beaches of Doha, my first experience with pralines n' cream at the company party, learning how to climb pipes which were huge mountains that I had to climb to get away from monsters in my make-believe play, coming back to bombay, i remember climbing this fence in a lokhandwala building with my mum as a shortcut to get to kindergarten class, i remember that one day i forgot to wear underwear and we had to turn back and i got late, i remember the yellow trumpet i brought in for show and tell, the dolls my macis brought for me from working as flight attendants and traveling the world, sonu, moni, bablu (he was a boy i think), apparently my family was convinced that i'd be a doctor when i started doing eye surgeries on the dolls, when one of my favorite dolls broke, i'd take parts of other dolls that i didn't like so much to perfect the one i did like, morbid huh? i remember thh long 10.5 hour sleeper cart escapade train rides to surat, sleeping on mummy's purse for a pillow, holding my brown teddy tightly against my chest, the drums that were tied with ropes around my chest to be used as a flotation device during my swimming classes, getting malaria every month, running away from flying cockroaches, watching people brush their teeth in their balconies from my 1st floor terrace, watching their spit fall down and remembering how disgusting it was, dodging pigeons on my bicycle with lifted training wheels, trying to get the one pigeon out that got stuck in the terrace door in mumma's room, watching my friend's mom make twirling spiral chakli's with the pasting machine, mimicking mum by trying to take her lipstick and putting it on with my mouth open the way she does, chocolate eclair ... more to come...
a lot more that i want to write to preserve memories of my life... but i'm too sad to do anything right now...
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