Jack and Jill # 12


Jill: Hey, check out the newspaper. There is 60% off on women’s apparels.

Jack: You must be kidding. Sixty percent??? Show me.

Jill: Yeah! Isn’t that amazing?

Jack: So much discount would turn a saree into a bikini. *giggles*

Jill: I am off to shopping while you cuddle your stupid jokes.

Jack: Wait. Check out this little son of a spoilsport.

Jill: Who? Show me?

Jack: The teeny tiny *Conditions Apply at the bottom corner.

Jill: Oh, the discount applies only on purchases worth 20 thousand and more.

Jack: You can thank me for saving you some time.

Jill: Or…Thank you for setting me a target. See you later, honey. Bye Bye.

Jack: Nooo!!! Wait!!! *cries*


Circus within Circus

“Daddy, we will go to cilcus tonight.” The first thing I heard as I entered my bedroom.

Tip: Gilaffe equals Giraffe, Lain equals Rain and Hulley equals Hurrey. You join the dots.

After her daily follow-up and my procrastination for about a fortnight, my three year old, Gulu, decided to switch from request-mode to declaration-mode.

Running out of reasons to postpone, finally I surrendered. I nodded in approval.

“Wow! Yey!” she jumped in joy and rushed uncontrollably towards me to give me a hug – actually, to give my legs a hug.

I tapped on her head as she went back to her teaching class where she had made six of her teddy bears sit tidily in two queues of three each; needless to say, she was the teacher.  Continue reading “Circus within Circus”

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