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.
