Its been three days since, ants have been trying to make their way inside our new home.
As I was fast-pacedly jotting out thoughts, teary-eyed for some reason... I saw a string of black wiggly creatures decidedly making their way in, through my bleary-eyed vision. And then all was forgotton, until getting them out was done.
I didnt want to smash and spank them dead. And talking didnt help. I tried putting turmeric, that seemed to help, but little.
And this, in the room least used.
I asked my maid this morning, in my very fluent hindi :), 'yeh yahan kyu aaya? yahan tho kuch khaane keliye bhi nahin. AC ka hole se aaraha hain.'
She kept looking, looking, and she bursts into a laughter and says in her bengali hindi 'baaran manzil tak chala aaya, dekhno ko itna chhota, itna chala aaya.'
Though I cannot reproduce what she said here with its twang of humour, I think her thought silently struck me with its plainness.
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago