come on, ask!

it's amazing how seniors have answers to all your questions. there is this sweet little child of our tenants who is near two and half years old and have an array of questions, answering which swells the bottoms of your pride thinking how much you know, when the answers range from "this flower's name is rose", "this is called thumb, not finger", "this is called pillow" and "no baby, you have not worn the slippers correctly".

thus, the moment you start getting irritated thinking that don't bloody get enough time for your intellectual though processes answering the kid's questions, you wonder why mom hasn't asked to you go buy milk supplies for last two days. you go to your mom and ask, "amma, what happens if you don't milk the buffalo for couple of days". and she replies to your satisfaction and horror that buffalo might develop lumps which are pretty painful if the buffalo is neither milked nor her calf is let near her [which most of the milkmen otherwise do].

you wander away and wonder, who's asking the better questions.

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it's kind of ironical that this post will be published near end of eve of my b'day