ye re ye re pausatula deto paisa,
paisa jhala khota
paus ala motha!
meera was talking to her son Om on the telephone and I couldn't help overhear the conversation. he was reciting the marathi poem (reproduced above) that took me back to good old school days! so much for my rain cribs.
kyra too pulled on a surprise last week on the unsuspecting rickshawala that drops her to school! dad was speaking to her on the phone when he casually asked her to come over to mumbai. that very day, on her way to school she told the rickshawala to stop picking her up the next day onwards since she was leaving for mumbai to meet appa!
kyra too pulled on a surprise last week on the unsuspecting rickshawala that drops her to school! dad was speaking to her on the phone when he casually asked her to come over to mumbai. that very day, on her way to school she told the rickshawala to stop picking her up the next day onwards since she was leaving for mumbai to meet appa!
poor alarmed rickshawala, personally went home to confirm with utkarsh & nee if that was really the case!
kids are such unpredictable things aren't they? so much so that even if they do something naughty - since it is their first, you dont feel like chastising them! innocence is one quality that God should allow everyone to carry into their adulthood.
mujhe mera buchpan lauta do - woh kagaj ki kashti, woh barish ka paani...
kids are such unpredictable things aren't they? so much so that even if they do something naughty - since it is their first, you dont feel like chastising them! innocence is one quality that God should allow everyone to carry into their adulthood.
mujhe mera buchpan lauta do - woh kagaj ki kashti, woh barish ka paani...
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