Thursday, May 31, 2012

My Olden Days

This happened when I was two years old.My mother left me in the balcony for some time while she went about her chores.My brother was away at school and my father had gone to the bank.While playing I noticed a small round mirror had fallen off my mother's Saree as it dried on the washing line.I used to put everything in my mouth,the mirror was no exception.While I was chewing the mirror my father returned home and came to play with me in the balcony.When he saw I was chewing something,he asked me to open my mouth.My tongue was bleeding and my mouth was full of broken bits of mirror.My father called the doctor.The doctor told him to wash my mouth and give me two or three bananas.The mirror pieces stuck to the banana and passed out through the stools the next day.

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