The Mystery of Pinky

"Papa... Pinky. Pinky... Bye... See you..."

OR

"Pinky... How are you? Take care.."

Papa would be driving the car and would suddenly brake to see who I was talking to or talking about. Everytime we turned the coner from our house, I would speak about Pinky. And Papa and Mummy would be totally confused as they did not know any Pinky (not to count my Bhua who also goes by the name Pinky), nor for their life they had any clue of who Pinky was.

Sometimes, at night I would call out to Pinky.. "Pinky come..." And then when she wouldn't come, I would be disappointed and tell Mummy - "Mummy.. Pinky nahi aaya"

And Mummy would be like... "Pinky who???"

At some point they began suspecting whether I had started seeing a girl behind their backs. They of course know about all my girly exploits in front of them. But here was one they didn't seem to know. It bothered them quite a lot, and I was quite enjoying their discomfort. After all, it was often that I knew something that they did not.

So the story went for a couple of weeks. Everytime we would turn the corner, I would call out to Pinky, and they would be scanning the faces of any girl standing nearby to try and spot any reaction.. anything to help them figure out who Pinky was.

"Maybe its the one in the blue skirt"

"No, maybe its the one in the pink frock"

And I would be laughing to myself, knowing how futile their exercise was.

The story broke a couple of days ago. I was looking out the window and calling out to Pinky. Mummy was sitting nearby and asked out aloud - "Who is this Pinky?"

Just then Arjun Bhaiya (he helps around in the house) said.. "Arre Pinky is the small dog in that shop in the corner"

"WHAT???", said Mummy.

As Arjun Bhaiya faced a flurry of questions on who, how, why, etc, I slipped away into the room to enjoy my own personal moment.

My First Valentine

I am sure that most of you are not surprised by this at all. After all, the educated have surely heard - "Age no bar, caste no bar..."

For the uneducated, what can I say!!!

Those who have known me close would not be surprised to know who this lucky lady is. After all, I spent an entire evening dancing with her, a couple of weekends ago. And given that our parents are rather broad minded (or so I hope), even gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek, in the process. We have been out on holidays together before as well.

Left to myself, I would have rather been out with my Valentine the entire of Feb 14th doing something fun. Like maybe going to an ice cream parlour, or some nice toy store, or a park, or even a play area.

However, there is some funny thing called a minor, which has been tagged to my name. As a result, I am required to have a chaperone all the way till I am 18 (haha.. so they think!!). And as you can imagine, what's the point of a Valentine's Day if you need to have a chaperone.

So I did the next best thing.

I pretended very cool for a couple of weeks before the big day and did not give her much importance. While I am sure she knew my intent, I still wanted her to be a bit in the dark about the whole thing. After all, the element of surprise is so important in things like this. It would have been no fun if she knew about it.

I took Mummy's help in arranging the whole thing. I decided not to mention a word about this to Papa. Who knows how he might have reacted? For all you know, he might have stopped me from implementing my plans (just imagine.. after all that he has done!!!).

The other issue was how her parents would take it. After all, I did not want to create any complications for her as well. But Mom gave me the confidence that Uncle and Aunty would not mind. After all, I wasn't their favourite for nothing.

Will all this behind me, we put the plan into action.

On Feb 14th, exactly at 9 am their door bell rang and she got the surprise...