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# Day 12 - Of 12 days Round Trip

Yesterday I was in the company of my two Great Little Cousins , a two year old Gargi and a ten year old Soumna. Both are the example of "Ek se badh kar Ek" :D No seriously, Man, Gargi snatched my mobile and began to play, "Hello...hello... yeah baby main parlour me hoon. Bye." and I was like - :-O a big 'O' . 
Then Soumna began to chatter about how a thief entered their home and took away her mamma's purse. "Imagine ! the purse itself was for 700 bucks," said she and I was again like... Aww... :D  ... gosh... the kids are kids are kids...they can make ur mind cocktail and you yourself a 'dogtail'. They can make you a peanut, they can bring out all nuts from ur head, they can just give you shots one by one and you would feel so Lost at times... But at the end of the day I realized, how Adult I had become, why on earth I had forgotten there is a channel called Disney which plays Cinderella and Mermaid, there are other games than truth and dare, there are several little unnoticed things to wonder at....

p.s. - Loads of thanks to the cutie pies who just used their Magic wands and I forgot all stupid elderly worldly things and could really sneak-peak into my wonderful childhood days.  :) <3 div="div" nbsp="nbsp">


Just an informal sketch of my 12 days Round Trip. I am finding it easy to begin from end. So let it be .. and ..  :) Wow... it was a truly truly Amazing Trip...

Catch ya later! <3 div="div" nbsp="nbsp">

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