The way these old people are made really makes me think where we are.. It was heavily raining that morning and I was just wearing my socks and getting ready for work.. Earlier, our grandparents used to live in the ground floor with my uncle, but now my uncle's family has shifted to the next street.. I'm really happy to have aunty and thathu around.. That morning, in that heavy rain, I noticed my grandma fishing for groundfloor keys.. when i asked her why she needed them, she said she wanted to use the toilet.. At that particular time, both the toilets in our house were free.. I asked her whats wrong, and she replied sheepishly that she doesnt like to use the toilet here when my dad is around.. Suppressing a laugh, I tried to be stern and asked her to use the ones here as it was raining heavily and I didnt want her to climb the stairs.. My dad was jus returning from his morning walk.. she jus looked at him and turned a brightest shade of pink! For a second, she seemed to me like a school kid who'd been asked to sing in front of a large gathering.. She looked down and walked inside.. My GAWD!
How many "takes" do the heroines need these days to blush..
Hope, in the search for women empowerment, we dont lose the woman in us.
Cheers,
Hopie
1 comment:
why don't you try and learn some of that? ;)
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