I mean, making sense of babies. I have always believed that babies (read less than 3 years of age) are the most honest creatures available to make an assessment of oneself. If they dont like you, they will show that they dont.
I was always under the impression that I was a very warm, gentle person to interact with, especially when it came to babies. But to my surprise, most kids detest me, as will be obvious going by the following scene.
Me: (to the kid) hey! angae enna panrae? Come, I am taking photos *I start walking towards the kid*
Kid: *takes a wobbly step back*
Me: *stopping in my tracks* Come no? *waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaide smile*
Kid: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Me: Ok ok ok... photo vendama? *slightly lesser smile length*
Kid: waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! ammmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
Me: seri seri va. I will take you to your mom *start walking towards her again*
Kid: waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Me: *bewildered*
Kid's mom: stop teasing her.
Me: But I was only...
Kid's mom: She is obviously scared of you.
Me: Meeee? But whaaaai?
Kid's mom: Maybe you look like the nightmare she had.
Me: Meeee?
Realistically speaking, I should be the one scared of her. The little darling broke my simcard, and thats the beginning of another mistake.
I went to the Vodafone Store. Just my luck to get a beautiful gal as the Vodafone Agent. I tried reading her name, which was on a name plate, which was stuck to... how do I put it... her left rib cage. But I didn't. Because then people may mistake me to have some sort of messed up psychology :) (Which, I would have you know, is only PARTLY true)
Point is that I went to the Store to get my sim repaired. I came out of the Store with 2 additional simcards, a World Calling Card worth 5000 bucks and some damn signal booster thing whose working I still cant understand. I just couldn't say no to her.
Coming back, I find the kid crawling about. I tip-toe to my room, when I am informed that she will be my responsibility for the next half hour. Kids certainly seem to have a bad memory - she had forgotten that I made her cry just 2 hours back. And she apparently liked my hair a lot, what with all the pulling-with-glee and sleeping-on-it and all.
Thankfully, she slept off. Or was I thankful too very early? How do I get her off me now? :)
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