2 weeks ago, we noticed we were missing a few things from our house. Not the kind of things a thief would steal but random stuff like my razor, Ashwin's razor cartridges, Nanma's brand new red blouse, beard trimming scissors, nailcutters, Nanma's underwear, a new cookbook . . . well, the list goes on. We searched high and low but couldn't find these. I just put the blame on my scatterbrained-ness and though if not my fault, it could be some kleptomanical neighbour !
Anyway, a few days ago , I found the cookbook. It was wrapped a plastic bag and kept along with the towels in the cupboard ! I was sure I hadn't done that, and so my maid took the blame saying she might have done it without realizing what she was doing. I wondered what happened to all the other things that were missing.
And then last week, the toilet in our bathroom got clogged. We called 3 different people to come and fix it but none of them could figure out what the problem was. Then last night we called a mason. Yes! A mason who said he would have to break open the cemented base of the toilet, lift it out and then check to see what was causing the blockage.
And guess where all our missing items were ?
And as he pulled out each item one by one, we struggled to control ourselves. Emotions ranging from anger and frustration sheer uncontrollable laughter played across our faces.
The mortified expression on the culprit's face! Nanma had that "Oh no! I am sooooooo going to the corner for this!' expression. She was standing there, arms crossed over her chest, with pursed lips and eyes wide open!
Trying ever so hard to stifle our laughter we asked her why she did it. We could almost hear the whirring noise in her brain as she tried to comprehend why her parents were laughing over her grave offence.
So, any guesses as to why she did it?
Well, she just loves the magic of the flush.
Imagine that! The flush knob is like a magic wand that makes objects swirl into obscurity to the accompanying sound of a thundering waterfall!
Oh yeah, we've given her a stern warning. She's aware of the consequences of flushing objects down the toilet.
But . . .
We've just fallen in love with her all over again!
And, maybe we should invest in this