Was a tough month, it was hard to say good bye to school in Pune and to friends aunty’s and uncles’s over there , Actually I was not sure what’s going on ,,,I thought my old folks (papa and amma) are gone crazy. To pack the entire stuffs (which was set properly just couple of months back)and to put it on a truck and send it away, later I understood it was for good and we were in Kerala for a long break, which amma always wanted (btw , if you have ever observed she always want’s a break , I am not sure why ?) just kidding … she deserves it don’t u think so… taking care of me (wow , believe me all that’s a task,now that I have grown up a little) and papa (u can understand, managing him is the last thing I ever want to… he is worse than me sometimes) and the complete house and of course watching all those TV serials… (In papa’s words Junk serials) and I think that is how she might have learnt it - I mean from the serials she watchs which tells break ke baad … dekaiye … , In between papa had to go to Kerala for 1 day as papa’s mutachi said “Bye bye” for the last time , he was upset but he coped up with the situation soon. Hey You know this month I had aksharabyasam now officially eligible to read and write, I wrote the first words sitting in poopa’s lap in a “panachikaad” saraswati temple in kottayam dist in Kerala and at the end of the month papa left to US (sob ... sob ...) we will meet him only in April long time…
Mar 2010:
Wow, March - maybe the best time until now…Had a real gala time of life, nobody to control me or to say anything like (hey Sanju don’t do that or don’t do this) you know why … I was at my poopa’s and yaya’s (my amma’s parents) house… the best place I have been, I am a spoilt princess over there anything I say, no questions asked or told they just execute it, anything I ask I get it. My poppa is cool , he is a person who do not take any worries over his head , he says I have had enough , now I will relax and play with my Kunjulakshmi,,, I miss those bike rides with poopa and to buys chocolates daily and u know what ,,, I do not need to share it with anybody (If anybody say’s I do share U know I am a good girl at times) and yea inspecting the banana farms daily (I tell poopa that “banana pogam “ means “let’s go to banana”) when I say that , he just runs and take me there , I miss making yaya dance and sing to my tunes and ask her to make things to eat which once it ready , I won’t eat … u know I am bit naughty , dropping my yaya to school was fun it was her last month at school after which is retiring from her job and my amma got the break which she always wanted only I thing I was missing was my maman. In between we used to go to mutacha and mutachhi’s ( my papa’s parent’s) house, there it was little different , I have relatives from my papa’s side all around our ancestral house , but no body to play with me as I am the youngest over there… so kind of boring u know, but I had mutacha , he was like my assistant (of course only when he was free he was always busy doing something or the other always…) he is a person whom all the people in the village looks up to for any new things which needs to be done and when he is free he used to take me to rides play with me in mud make toys of coconut leaves for me and he calls me kuku, My muthachhi is a homemaker her life is surrounded to temple, prayers, cooking, TV and gossiping…In the long break what we had we did visit many temples many friends and relative’s places even met my poopa’s mother . She is around 90+ yrs old but I was too shy to talk and scared to play with her , she was a very nice to me…
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