Skip to main content

What happened next.............


This is an interesting event that took place when I was almost one and half (approx.) years old. My mama (maternal brother) had got married and the things of the new bride fascinated my senses. I :-) well, had a strong sense of curiosity (which I still have..... ). This is again what has been told to me by my mother, elder mama, grandmother(maternal), and by Baba(father). While roaming in the house, I saw some new things of the new bride. What attracted me was the red thing that was kept on the dressing table. Curiosity sake , I looked at it and then put it in mouth to taste it. You know what it was ???? .................................Well..... it was sindoor, which married ladies use. After that, everyone was running about, trying to get a vehicle to take me to the doctor. I was taken somehow to the doctor who had to flush it out of my mouth. As of me, I guess :-) , it must have been a very interesting event 'cause suddenly everyone was busy with me ;-).
I seriously miss the childish pranks........................................................ There are many more incidents like this.
PS. The photo is me almost 11 months old in Lucknow.


Comments

anindita said…
Oh God!!
But tell me how was the taste of the sindoor...? :)

Popular posts from this blog

Help

The middle is me , 17.11.1981 (my parent's wedding anniversary day ) I want to improve my blog. So anyone who visits my blog , do give me suggestions in my blog.

An introduction

Hello Everyone , I am Priyanka G (hosh) Kundu, but people know me by various names. Though my birth place is Kolkata, I have had the opportunity to travel to various places. Currently I am in Kolkata, a newly wed (15/12/2006) and am working in a company in Kolkata....................... You must be wondering why am I writing about me ??? Well, I am writing it to share my experiences that I have had till now. You would have to wait , as there is more to come.

A continuation

I was born in Hooghly , West Bengal in a middle class family. Being the first born , both in the maternal as well as paternal side, I was and am an object of affection. That time I was surrounded by my late grandfathers (both paternal as well as maternal). My father is a " probashi " (means, out side West Bengal) bengali who married my mother from Kolkata. The 1st picture is Me, about 6 months old. Then, the next picture is of my mother holding me in her lap and the last one is my " mookhe bhaat " (naming ceremony). :-) Well, the naming ceremony and the events after that has various interesting and sweet memories associated. It so happened .......................