I sit. And I think. And get lost. Must be age. Catching up.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Dear Dyaaadaaaaa

Dear Dyaaadaaaaa,

Ma bit me. Today. Morning. I was deeeging nose. And putting on wall. I put seven. In straight line. Like you. Straight line. I cried. Lots and lots. Ma told me go to bedroom. I cried there. Then I ate a little of Ma red lipstick. She not know.

When you come Dyaada. I miss you. Ma is in washing machine. Washing. Did pee pee in bed ystrday. Me. Not Ma. Bhutu looking me. Four times he bark today. Jumping jumping. At birds. Bird fly off. Bhutu tongue out. Red tongue. Beeg. Bhutu pant. Hyaaaaa hyaaaaa. Bhutu is soft. Not soft like Teddy. Teddy beeg. Soft. Like you. Little eye. Black. Ma present. Sunday. I hug Teddy in sleep. Like hug you. I dream you Dyaaaada. I cry.

Today Ma go see you. Ma say. When you come Dyaada. Princes miss you. Dyaada, I see snap. You. Ma showed. Why you wearing black white half pant Dyaada ? And why cap. Black white. So thin. You. Beard. I not like. Why you in cage. Like tiger.

Here all fine. Rohan pulled hair. My. I hit him. Like I see you. Hit policeman. Rohan cry.

Dyaada come home. Fastly. Ma cry. In night. Hiding hiding. Cries. I know. She not know I know. I hug her. She sleep.

I no potty today. No yesterday also.

Come fastly Dayadaa.
Princes

PS :
(a) A short piece; hastily scribbled down over a cup of coffee just a while ago. The context of the “straight line” is my obsession with things geometric in shape and in alignment.
(b) Credit for this piece goes to Ananya, for pinging me today morning and asking me “Lekha koddur egolo”.