Yesterday was historic day in the annals of Jispa’s spectacular growth story.. ok ok. I do get carried away with my rubbish at times… yesterday Jispa encountered the super natural. But that would be a bit ahead of us, wouldn’t it? Let’s start from the beginning.
Jispa’s front tooth started moving a bit sometime back. She was pretty happy about it. She used to play with it with her tongue. Slowly but surely it began to hang loose. I kept looking at it. “Jispa do you want me to remove it. It will come out any moment. I can remove it now”. “NOOOO. DON’T. it will hurt.” “ok whatever you say”.
Yesterday I got a message from jasmine ‘Jispa asked me to inform all of you that her front tooth has come off’. What a momentous occasion. She was excited all day after that. I came home and clicked photos of the tooth and her toothless (one tooth less) smile. Shot some macros of the tooth in question, and even shot some videos. Jispa was asking if we informed everybody. She said that when important things happen one should inform everybody. Well we sure did her bidding. Everyone now partakes their share of this joyous event. I even asked for a cover containing Rs 1001/- from her uncles and aunts. No harm trying to get lucky. :)
At night we put the tooth in the tooth fairy box. We had bought this a year back! What enthusiastic parents we are, nah. Wonder of wonders. When Jispa woke up today she suddenly got up and checked her tooth fairy box. The tooth had been taken by the tooth fairy and instead she got a brand new swanky looking five rupee coin. The one that has the Gandhi Dandi march on its side. Wow. Pretty cool. Some kids have all the luck. She then suddenly noticed her whiteboard. The tooth fairy had even written a lovely note for her. Now this is too much. She got a personalized handwritten note. It said, dear Jispa, grow up well and fast, love tooth fairy. Boowooo… I never got this stuff… in comparison we live / lived such mundane lives.
Let’s see if lightning strikes twice, she still has a few more teeth to go.
To get an idea of the lives we led here is a ridiculously old photograph, circa August1978. I was three years old and my cousin was donating blood. That’s my dad carrying me and my er… rattle? And my brother being carried as well. My mom to my dad’s right and my sister standing in the front. Also if you see carefully you will realize while we donate blood in plastic pouches, the measuring units (slang) for blood typically is bottles.
Jispa’s front tooth started moving a bit sometime back. She was pretty happy about it. She used to play with it with her tongue. Slowly but surely it began to hang loose. I kept looking at it. “Jispa do you want me to remove it. It will come out any moment. I can remove it now”. “NOOOO. DON’T. it will hurt.” “ok whatever you say”.
Yesterday I got a message from jasmine ‘Jispa asked me to inform all of you that her front tooth has come off’. What a momentous occasion. She was excited all day after that. I came home and clicked photos of the tooth and her toothless (one tooth less) smile. Shot some macros of the tooth in question, and even shot some videos. Jispa was asking if we informed everybody. She said that when important things happen one should inform everybody. Well we sure did her bidding. Everyone now partakes their share of this joyous event. I even asked for a cover containing Rs 1001/- from her uncles and aunts. No harm trying to get lucky. :)
At night we put the tooth in the tooth fairy box. We had bought this a year back! What enthusiastic parents we are, nah. Wonder of wonders. When Jispa woke up today she suddenly got up and checked her tooth fairy box. The tooth had been taken by the tooth fairy and instead she got a brand new swanky looking five rupee coin. The one that has the Gandhi Dandi march on its side. Wow. Pretty cool. Some kids have all the luck. She then suddenly noticed her whiteboard. The tooth fairy had even written a lovely note for her. Now this is too much. She got a personalized handwritten note. It said, dear Jispa, grow up well and fast, love tooth fairy. Boowooo… I never got this stuff… in comparison we live / lived such mundane lives.
Let’s see if lightning strikes twice, she still has a few more teeth to go.
To get an idea of the lives we led here is a ridiculously old photograph, circa August1978. I was three years old and my cousin was donating blood. That’s my dad carrying me and my er… rattle? And my brother being carried as well. My mom to my dad’s right and my sister standing in the front. Also if you see carefully you will realize while we donate blood in plastic pouches, the measuring units (slang) for blood typically is bottles.
My dad’s brother (holding my brother up) and his wife (beside him) used to be champions of the cause of blood donation. Somewhere around 1985 I remember visiting them and reading that they had been honored for donating blood some 50 times already. Wow. Those impressions I still carry in my mind and I try as much as possible to be available for any blood donation drive. In office I even made all my colleagues donate it. Monkey sees, monkey does.
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