Last summer we were at his house in Chandigarh. And boy he’s so full of life even at three half. The chap likes to go on car rides with his dad. During one of those, he put his fingers in the parking brake and his dad unknowingly put them on. Poor fellow hurt his fingers badly. He was not able to bend his thumb due to bandage. Ask him ‘Yash, what happened’ and the reply came “Though dad was not at mistake but he put on the brakes. Mujhe lag gayi and cannot bend fingers”.
Yash’s mom tries to inculcate the best values in her son. When he was 3, she taught him to throw waste only in trash. We used to ask “Yash, where did you throw the chocolate wrapper?” and he used to reply – “dumptbin” [dustbin].
Yash has recently started going to school. Ask him who is the best teacher and he names the smartest Punjabi lass as his favorite. All others, as per him, are not interested in teaching (DNA gone wrong?).
The time we were coming back, I asked “Yash! wanna go to Delhi?”. ‘No’ came the reply “but mere liye bada wala bataka lana” (fire cracker). So this time when we go to Himachal or Chandigarh, Yash will have his ‘bada wala bataka’.
PS:Song in the mp3 player – Kiss Me (Six Pence)
Kiss me out of the bearded barley;
Nightly, beside the green, green grass;
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step;
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight; Lead me out on the moonlit floor;
Lift your open hand; Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance;
Silver moon’s sparkling; So kiss me…