I was cutting my nails (more like talons) last night and all the while, mum's words kept repeating in my head.
"You shouldn't cut your nails at night. Or dispose them in the house else there'll be a theft in the house"
Much as the logic of such an event strikes you as being entirely implausible, mothers' words have a way of staying with you and annoying the heck out of you, even if you don't actually follow them.
And so there I was, feeling slightly guilty about my nocturnal nail-cutting. Till I rewinded to the time I was three years old and mum was having trouble getting me to down lunch while we were in the yard. I was more obsessed with a crow that had appeared on the scene and was insisting on getting my hands on the creature.
"You shouldn't touch crows", mum had said. "You'll blacken your hands."
Hmpfh.
And I am still not convinced as to why you wanted to touch a crow in the first place :P
ReplyDeleteI was THREE years old, I was curious and inquisitive and had imagination and wanted to further my knowledge. More to the point, and rather more relevant here, I was weird.
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you know, considering this fetish for touching crows... serves you right that the london kabootars peck at your boots! :P
ReplyDeleteoh... maybe i'll tell my prospective child that... "if you touch the crow, kabootars will peck at your head when you grow up"
ReplyDeleteArre yeh kahan ka logic hai?! And this was me at three, I don't think I want to touch crows now. Bah. I will slap those kabootars one day ... grrrr!
ReplyDeletesee? now you want to slap kabootars.
ReplyDeletesomeone call the SPCA. but wait... do kabootars qualify as "animals"?
Wait till the Kabootars take over the world, SPCA won't be so eager to stand up for them then. Hmpfh
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