November 5. “I know you were around, Button, when we called in my daughter’s birthday. It was a good thing you were there.
Did you wish her like Rani and Mowgli did? Did you give her a peck on her cheek?”
Did you wish her like Rani and Mowgli did? Did you give her a peck on her cheek?”
“What? Are you going to share it with me?”
“Why else would I tell you there’s good news if I didn’t want to share it with you!”
“So tell me quickly.”
There’s a jamun tree in the compound where we live. It towers over quite a few vehicles parked underneath and looks over them like a mother! Thrice a year, she also delivers babies, in the form of jamuns which, to the annoyance of one of my daughters in particular, are spewed out in bulk over her vehicle thus staining it badly. She is almost on the verge of having delivered all her babies till the next time round.
Here she is replete in her glory.
“Why, Button?”
“Didn’t you just see Rani as well as Mowgli enter my room?”
“Don’t tell me these sad stories.”
To top that, the fire which ruined our reception area entirely and some parts of the gym ruined our chances of attracting probable members from coming and enrolling.”
“I’m not only happy, I’m elated. I can now look outside, talk with my friend, Fluffy, and make some more friends.”
The four of us have just returned after watching a special screening.”
”I like my name.”
“My daughters will be cooking dinner tonight. Can you guess what they will churn out?”