The Look...

That’s what I call my niece’s “Look”. It’s not a stare, it’s not a frown and so I just named it “The Look”. Ever since she was a baby, she has always had that look. It’s intense and times at which she has directed it at me, I’ve felt as though she isn’t looking at me but into me. Know what I mean? Like she is trying to assess my thoughts or something.

I hope someday, when she is old enough to articulate her thoughts, I’ll catch her with “The Look” and make her explain what she is thinking. For now, I’ll just have to settle with thinking about what she may be thinking! :-)

Yeah... I need to grow up

In India and among the Indian community all over the world, we have this (sickening) habit of calling elders Aunty/Uncle. Well, I didn’t give it any thoughts until I was called the same way. :(

There was this lady with her 5year old, standing in line before me at a store. I was shopping alone (to be interpreted as “totally glued to the phone yapping with my sister”) and it happened … The kid dropped his toy on my foot and apologized with a “Sorry Aunty!” OMG I just stopped talking for a minute and didn’t know what to say! The automatic “its ok sweetie” that jumped to my mouth just stayed put as my mind was totally bombarded with the “Aunty” bouncing around there… I know, I need to grow up! But one good thing that came out of that incident was a thought as to who else did I shock when I Aunty’d anyone a good 10 years over me? Hmmm…

It has been ages since that happened but I recollect the incident every time I’m “Aunty’d”. But I’m good now... I’m not shocked… so I guess I’m growing up though not there just yet! :(