When I was in 3rd standard, we used to have a lot of mice in our home. Situated amongst in many big houses,and,being itself huge and surrounded by lawns,entry of mice was, but expected.we used to buy 5-6 mouse traps and place them around the most visited corners.it was always a cause of celebration whenever any mouse got trapped.
My mother,who,is a very creative, novel and,yet,novice(wink) person,one fine day picked up my oil colors, brushes,color kit. Brimming with excitement she dipped the brush into white colour. Within the next 20 minutes, the mouse had a striped tail... some bluish, brownish, and, then shimmering white stripes.
Yeah, it does sound foolishly stupid, ranky, and irrational fun, but, we were in squeals. Some 10 mice later (who were all, mind you, ‘edited’), the craze had just begun to wear off. To show a fuller picture, the mice arely got released nearby our house. Striped or not, healthy or lean, ALL of them were taken to a far off place (within the city, though) for their freedom. You don’t want rodents back...
It was a Tuesday, the weekend had been sort of melodramatic with four mice released after modifications and beauty sessions. My friends and myself were sitting in the garden of our school, sun overhead, most of us done with lunch boxes. Kanika, a sincere friend, suddenly brought up the issue of mice. As all of us shared our troubles and sorrows related to the rodent family, she further added that her house was being haunted by totally new and hitherto unseen breed of mice... They seemed to be striped... On hindsight I recalled... Her place was far off from mine, though, ahem, within the city.
Moments...
Boat
