Hello once again…
Here again I’m with one of my childhood stories. This story is related to the picture you can see to the right. Yes this is me. According to my mom I was 8 months old. Whatever I know about this picture is told by my mom to me and to every other auntie’s in the neighbourhood in Allahabad.
The story goes like this.
As told before I was 8 months old (picture taken on 10th April 1988). My parents wanted a naked photograph of mine (I can’t figure it out the need). “For future reference, to show your wife” this is what my mom said laughing her heart out when I asked about the need of a nude picture of mine.
Well I was taken to the studio (I wish not taken all the way clothed so well…). In the studio I was made to sit on the cushioned stool u can see (God’s grace it was April or else in winters that cushion would be chilly to sit with naked bumpty). Well dressed (obviously) and properly makeup done with kajal and all. Since I was crying (I must be feeling humiliated + embarrassed) the photographer gave me this plastic flower (Thank you, Uncle). When the photo was clicked I played THE GAME. Since they didn’t have digital cameras that time it was not possible to see that the picture carried the desired results or not (sometimes technological backwardness is a bliss…lol).
Well when after a couple of days the photo was developed and received, my parents were a bit lesser amused but I must have smiled a big one…
So thank God… for saving me. While scribbling all this there is a big grin on my face…
Do comment and tell your reactions…
i already gaved u comment on g talk ..but yet for ur will ....i know u are quick witted ...so u had plans 2 save u at an age of 8 months...good go ahead..
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