The Story So Far

Didiya is one of my uncle's first born- his dear daughter and Bhaiya his second born- the naughtiest creature then on earth. My uncle, by profession was a jute tchnologist and they stayed for the most part at the residential quatrers of Bally Jute Mill, then a concern of the Birlas. Their quarter was this huge 3 room apartment with two balconies, an old out of order firplace and a spiral iron staircase leading down from the backdoor of the kitchen.

Bhaiya, Didiya & Me- the puny painful pack

BHAIYA

short cropped hair on a visibly large head; a sweet pudgy face; and a red rabbit cap with black border in winter.

DIDIYA

the oppressed; poor obedient papa's girl; regularly beaten up (several times a day) by ME & BHAIYA; chinese cut hair; very fair pudgy face; the tears-prone.

ME

fat; dark; nose-picker; lice in hair; soiled nails; preferred weapon for assault- TEETH.

that's Gultush- a few hours old. By the way Gultush is the name I have given her. Her parents have gone for one of those mouthful names

Gultush

Gultush is Babli di's daughter. I have a pic of her I took on the day she was born. She is evidently much sweeter now at 7 months. She has a new tooth coming up and was nibbling at my chin when I took her in my arms.