My Mondays seem jinxed. Believe me, this was not the way the post was supposed to go (and this is the second in a row). The one I had been writing had balls of wool in it, though not kittens, and about growing up not having heard of either knit or purl stitches, also how most people in the north (of India) could never get their heads around the fact that people could live an enriched life knowing zilch about knitting.
‘We lot in the south can waltz through life without ever needing to wear a sweater unlike in the north. So why should balls of wool and/or learning to knit enter the picture at all?’ I wrote, and stopped to mull on what to write next without generalizing on the way you were looked down upon by people of a region for not knowing something you didn’t need to in the first place.
It was then that I heard a scratchy sort of noise and looked up to see the curtain move in a manner that it shouldn’t be moving. My internal antennae immediately went up and started shivering in fearful anticipation. No, no, no. It couldn’t be! I haven’t seen one in all these years here! *gulp*
Unfortunately, it definitely was: Up popped a face with pointed nose, whiskers, and tiny ears. That was it, I banged my laptop shut and retreated hastily to the safety of the next room (which is why the post is late in being put up) letting the dog and the L&M take over.
Trivia: The dog won.
©Shail Mohan 2017
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Shail's Nest 
Heard that the mama denies
Inspite of all her enterprise
To let her keep the prize
For that with the dog i sympathize. It
Both Mama and Dada 😀
Lovely post! I’m sure you know a lot of things the people in the north haven’t had to learn. I realised that when I first lived in Thailand with my host family. I had to get my little sister (she was about 10 when i was 17) to dispose of the cockroaches! I’d never seen any in my area of NZ, and stood on the bed, quaking!
Thank you! What a coincidence! My sister used to help me out with the cockroaches too. I tend more to be like you! But I know what you mean. During my brief tenure as a teacher at a residential school, a visiting foreigner lady gave everyone a fright. She shrieked so loud they heard her in the dining hall. When people rushed over, she was found standing on the cot. She barely managed to point her finger at the cockroach in one corner of her room. People were like, “Oh, a cockroach! No big deal.”