jispa jispa jispa

Here is wishing a very happy birthday to Reshma. She reads regularly and prods me when I go lazy. It is only fitting that I not miss to write my blog today. Happy birthday Reshma.

I was brushing away the little dirt that was near Jispa’s eyes. “You don’t let me wash your face, see, its dirty”. I was explaining to her that now she is grown up, she must let me wash her face while giving her a bath. She is not small. She used to cry when I washed a face a few year ago. She asked me “why was I not allowing you to face my face?”. “I don’t know” I replied, “you were too small to tell me what you were thinking”. She wondered and asked “I also did not know the meaning of my own thoughts?” oops. I don’t know if you knew the meaning or not.

Since I keep harassing her on what she ate at school, I have told her to call me as soon as she gets down from the bus. She used to call and then rattle off. Sometimes I could be in a meeting so I asked her to first ask me if I was free. Today she called me and first asked me if I was free. Then she rattled off what she ate and what she made in school. Some jam tart and some cake. She then asked me if I was in my company restaurant (she means cafeteria) because of the noise in the background. Smart girl. She was right.

She is learning the letter B. So generally while dropping her to the bus stop we start of saying a lot of things that start with B. ba ba ba…bucket. Ba ba ba….book. and so on. I said ba ba ba … broom. She replied ba ba ba…. Supaddi (scoop in gujarati, as in opposite of broom) she found it extremely funny. She kept repeating it and laughing. Hahahahahah sure...