The day's begun in a rather weird manner. At 7:45 am, just as I was about to leave, Mother noticed the crow has robbed her plant.
"Well Mother you encouraged him." Crows are always male to us. We can never think of a lady crow involved in such a robbery.
"Oh it doesn't matter if he did steal it. I still have a portion of the plant in the kitchen."
Then, at around 9:00 am, the company bus nearly made paste of a two-year old. The bus was running pell mell down a lane that latched itself onto a road to Andheri East. As it ran down this lane, the two-year old appeared from nowhere, the driver realized he had a human life near the bus wheels, and so, we heard a loud bang. The driver had braked just in time.
Of course, that wasn't time enough for the two-year old to realize that its head was still in order. The bus had hit its head and that was all that mattered. And since such hits at that age seem like a national crisis to owners of that age, the two-year old began to wail as if its pacifier had decided to not pacify it at all.
Luckily, the parents were around. And they quite knew that were the bus and the party within to be dragged to the police station, they would be held up in one of India's typical jails for being irresponsible guardians of a crying two-year old. So they did the next best thing: The mother coaxed the two-year old to bury its head into her shoulder and the father waved a hand at us as if to say all's well.
Quite naturally then, the bus driver stopped his sweating and drove on.
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