True lullaby time…
Oops, what are you doing?
Oh! No not there…Listen to me…
Why are you playing with it? Don’t break it…no don’t smash it Ohno…
‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere. I do so much hard work but still all say we just sleep.
When I wake up from sleep, I roll down from bed covered with a giant blanket after breaking the big side wall. Then I crawl, saving myself from a passer-by’s huge feet. While reaching to a safe destination (Under the table) I have to drag unknowingly attractive objects like some toys, dad’s belongings, mum’s bags and what not… Everything which comes in my way chases me and I teach them a lesson.
One day I was just squeezing that tiny lemon slice and enjoying its juice. I saw a black object fall from the table (T.V. Remote) I crawled so fast to pick it…so that no one can catch me. I took that object with me behind the bed’s corner and I tried to make my grip on it. I tried to peep in it but it banged on my head, then I tried to talk to it but it said nothing, I tried to lick it and taste it but I felt it was not enough so I took it in my mouth so on…I was not satisfied I just threw it on wall and victory (It broke). It turned into two pieces and then two more…I picked one soft piece (rubber keypad) and I changed my location…
Most interesting part was when I got a purple fruit from the kitchen (Brinjal). I was so curious to know about it I scratched it, then bit it which was not good. It took so much of my saliva…I went to dada and threw it in front of him and explained. He said aww and cleaned my face. I was super angry at it. I went away and sat in my favourite place (under the table) and there I met a tiny friend (ant). I touched it then I picked it up on my fingers. It ran so fast then came on my face and bit me. It was so bad I cried… Mum came and took me back to the bed.
But do you know my curiosity always surprises me? It can be delicious, joyful and painful too. Once I tried to check what mum was having. It looked like red juice (Hot curry). I asked mum to let me taste it but she didn’t…I held her mug and put my hand in it…
Oh, what you did? Are you okay? Meanwhile I, while weeping, took my hand in my mouth…My eyes got really weird and…
I started crying, it was spicy… then again mum took me to the bed…I slept…
Zzz, zzz
