January 23. “Your turn to continue our story.”

Pandit was born in very much the same way. While his mother screamed through labour, Pandit sneezed his way out into the world and, as his mother held him lovingly in her arms, another sneeze had her face coated with dampness.  

She lovingly wiped the dampness off her face and worried that the little one might have a cold and consulted with the doctor on duty to find out if the child should be treated. B

All through his growing up years, Pandit would sneeze at odd hours that made heads turn. No, it was never a cold or an allergy—or so said the doctors. However, Pandit’s mother, who was concerned about this, took him to each and every doctor she could think of but no cure was found to put an end to Pandit’s sneezing fits.

It must have definitely been something Pandit was allergic to but the question was, to what! B

Adorning the walls of his house, were his class group photographs year after year which showed all the students, either standing or seated yet, others smiling into the camera. And what do you think Pandit was doing in each of those photographs? He was there with his mouth wide open and his eyes all crinkled up and about to sneeze or sneezing while the photographer announced ‘cheese’!”

“Let’s call it a day today. It’s Sunday. Let’s go watch some television and go to bed early tonight.”