Nidhi’s parents like all pakkaued parents let her run rampant on the co-passengers whilst they enjoyed some quality time together. (I honestly do not understand parents like them. Restaurants, bus, movie theatres you see these specimens everywhere. They let their children loose on the other patrons caring a damn about their child’s incessant yelling, crying and running around. Hello..wanna spend some quality time with your spouse?? Go to the garden and let your child play there. If not, please make sure that the child sits in one place and does not run about hiding under peoples chairs)
The child went around the bus peeking under seats and accepting biscuits and singing Jack and Jill to anyone who was willing to listen. As she approached my seat, I smiled at her and decided to plug on my Ipod least she decides to recite Jack and Jill for me. But kya na..I had completely forgotten the power of my Close up smile. One smile and Nidhi was hooked. She decided to recite to all nursery rhymes that she had learned while I chose to ignore her by listening to my Ipod. She then did something totally unexpected. She started crying. And there just like that I was crowned the vamp in this story.
Pakkaued of all the accusing glances that I got, I decided to clap for little Nidhi. Bas kya tha…. I was again crowned heroine with the kiddo smiling with all her 3 toothed glory.
Her parents apparently tired from all the coochi cooing decided to drag their child back to the seat while I thanked my lucky stars and went back to my Ipod. And then what Nidhi did next, made me fall in love with her. She yelled “I love you Didi” with all the might she could muster. Now, I am used to kids falling in love with me and one more shikar of my famous smile didn’t really move me. It was her second sentence that took my heart away. She turned to my younger brother who was sitting next to me and yelled in a louder voice “I love you Uncle”
Uncle!! My brother is a year younger to me. And she called him uncle and decided to call me Didi!! It was then that I knew that all the money I had spent on Santoor soaps wasn’t a waste after all. Kyunki sach main meri twacha se meri umar ka pata hi nahi chalta.
And so it continued throughout the journey..Uncle Uncle and Didi Didi. My giggles at the word Uncle encouraged her and she would yell louder. My poor brother didn’t know where to hide.
And that’s how my love hate relationship turned into a love love one J