I was talking about this incident to Ebie yesterday.

Till 8th standard we had to learn stitching as a part of our school curriculum at my High School in Edamon.

The stitching teacher came with a beautiful kerchief she had stitched, and wanted us to re-iterate the same. I did not like the period overall but half-heartedly I had to do this assignment.

Keeping the cloth on my lap, I took long time to stitch as half as my exceptional buddies did, and at the end, it was more than a fun.

I tried to raise the cloth and show my work to the teacher. Bad, it was also raising my shirt! Oh Sad, I realized with a senseless smile that all these time, I was stitching on my shirt that fell on my lap while sitting.

The 'rewinding' kept me busy for another period.

Agnes Femin wants her son to cry. Every time. Not just cry, he should cry aloud. He should not only just cry sometimes, but also skew his face in a particular way, with eyes reduced and lips glued on one another so that it should show him up in the pinnacle of some agony.

By now, you must have assumed a mad mistress of early forties, hating her son for no reasons and keeps on pestering him. But you go wrong as the curtain raises and I introduce a new character in this LIFE of mine, who is none other than our cute little babe Aggy!

Agnes Femin is her formal brand name! She is my niece, my wife's brother's daughter, of almost thirty months age.

Aggy is the only daughter of her parents and the apple of everyone's eyes. But some time back, she was on the lookout for somebody, whom she can love. Love like the way she is being loved; a baby in her hands. Her parents gave her many dolls. She tried acting like a mom to them, but they did not respond ultimately. And that's when I came into her life.

Don't know whether she has assessed me as a child, somehow, on a fine day, she has adopted me as her baby without my knowledge. She would call me "Unni" with a cute sweet-coated mother's tongue. No hassles, I have started helping her with nice baby-cries and instant-insistences and other symptoms every child shows. But she was more demanding; she wanted my cries to be louder so that she shouldn't feel like deserting her child and leave for office! She wanted me not to eat with my hands, so that she could rightfully feed her child, (in a thousand spoons). She wanted me to sleep on her lap, so that her baby would feel most comfortable.

That was where we started.

One day, I did not show up for the act. It was Eby's (my wife, synonym; Shelby, Steffy & more.) turn. She had played her tactics on Aggy so that it came out to be great fun. As her 'mother' approached her with her 'demands' Eby used the chance so grandly. She asked this restless mother to do that and this and those and these, and Aggy had to really run around to keep her ‘child’ entertained! Finally Aggy said, "Stop! Now you be the mother, and I will be your Unni"

Fun of all times!

There was this fun happened at my brother, Vinod’s engagement. And as you would know me already, needless to say, the cause was mine.

The custom stated that we, the groom’s party, should arrive first at the church and then await the bride entering. We stood by that and came punctually to the famous Parepalli church in Changanacherry, where the bride belongs to.

It was showery and somebody told that the bride’s party would arrive late. My parents took this opportunity to greet all our guests in person, and soon they vanished in the crowd. The groom, my brother kept waiting in the car, looking at the mirror, confirming and re-confirming his looks.

I happened to see the bride, Jaimol entering the premises. As I couldn't find my parents with my naked eyes, I alone hurried to greet them at the gate and welcome them to the church.

My blazer misguided the photographers as it was not so familiar that someone wears a blazer for such occasions, unless he or she is the groom or bride. Even before Jaimol could see me, one of the photographers pulled me from the side and kept me close to my brother's fiancé while the other took one snap. I sniffed the danger and tried to leap behind. The moment Jaimol looked at me she screamed, “No!!! This is not my fiancé, this is his brother!”

I nodded.

Somebody rushed to the Car and then got the boy and solved the scene.

I've advised my brother not to wear a blazer for my engagement, which happened the following week.