The cookie, a polite child and a spoiled brat

I live in a hostel in Bangalore and a woman comes to clean the premises. Today morning, she had her son with her. I looked at him and thought he was a nice boy. I had a Cadbury biscuit with me with comes with its individual covering. I gave the cookie to the boy. He took it and replied, "Thank you, Uncle".Such a polite kid, my heart melted at his soft words.
It also brought memories from 30 years back. My parents used to work in a school in Kodaikanal and used to visit a Spanish catholic priest. His name was Father Simon. He was an old man and was kind. Whenever I used to visit with my parents there he used to give me ginger biscuits. They were so yum. I was a 4-year-old or so. One day when we visited, he was talking to my parents. He had forgotten to give the ginger biscuits. But I knew where he kept them. So I just went to his store and started helping myself with his ginger biscuits. I had one and saw him behind me. He looked half amused and half irritated. He cried out ."Oh, you spoiled brat". It still remembers it and brings a mischievous smile on my face.

Neela, the Blue Mermaid

A shriek that I still remember

I was watching a clip on Instagram where a lioness mourns over her dead cub. For some reason, it brought back to my mind a memory 10 years back. I was in Trivandrum, Kerala and one evening I had gone out to drink tea from a nearby teashop. I saw an old lady and her son walking in the opposite direction. Both looked extremely poor and had dirty clothes. She was holding his hand tightly. When I watched closely the Son seemed to be around 20 years old and was mentally unstable or was had severe down syndrome. It was clear that this old mother looked after him and they were homeless and helpless. Somehow Son's arm slipped from the mother's grasp and he went from the sidewalk to the road. A car was passing by and nearly hit him. The mother let out a loud shriek, so much in pain, sad, so horrifying. But luckily nothing happened to the son and she held his hand him and pulled him to the footpath and walked past me. I still remember the shriek, in the depths of my heart, I could realize how agonizing was it for the mother. Words can't express the pain in that cry. I was so worried for her and her son but could only pray she and her son would be ok.

Aslan and the girls

The dog with a personality (funny experience)

 live in a hostel in Bangalore, and next to my hostel there are three stray dogs. One fit guy one girl and another guy who is a bit injured. They know me and are kind of friendly with me; as I give them a random biscuit or two while passing by.

Yesterday I was passing by and the dogs were sleeping. I am a cat person, but I have a soft corner for the big guy as he has some personality. he sensed me close, opened his eyes, and lifted his head to look at me. I couldn't resist giving him a flying kiss. He then gave a funny expression half pleased half-embarrassed, as if to say " I appreciate the love dude, but I am straight".

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