Earliest Memories 2

Grinning ! a purple Grin :-) .....
One peek into the mirror , and i was scared of my own self . See what you have done ! said dad's cousin . I was a lil over three and had gone with mom to a place called Mercara , up in the western ghats. Annie , dad's cousin was a teacher in the local school , so i trooped off with her to be the new specimen in her class . I was given a pencil and some paper to do what i wanted , while she tried to fill up the brains of her pupils .
I scribbled a bit , then went into deep thought , with the pencil in my mouth , i must have drawn my teeth with it , instead of the paper . The pencil being a carbon pencil , added colour to my otherwise pink mouth and created a masterpiece of pink and purple , and with a few brilliant external strokes on my cheeks , i did look the perfect specimen !
Amid giggles , laughter and clean white grins , i was escorted outside to many warlike gargles !
They could hardly change the colourful mouthscape . oops ! the tears trickled like waterfalls on the way back home ,with Annie telling me that all my teeth would fall off and i would turn into a purple coloured girl . After a lot of brushing and a lot of tooth powder wasted , i did look a few shades better. The fears of a purple coloured hag with no teeth still fresh in the mind , i fell asleep , after a nice good lunch.
The post siesta evening arrived and with it the energy to be upto more discoveries........
As in any small town in India , visitors other than the two legged human kind , also shared our living space .... and there i saw a little creature hopping up and down ....... interesting , i thought .... i surely want it . After many slippery attempts to get it , i managed to catch the little fellow on his back and victoriously went inside to show my trophy to the family ........
Oh ! my God ! ......... Oh ! my God ............ I heard , some open mouths..... i saw , and ....
The poor froggie was yanked out of my hands and thrown out the door ...........
He sat there on the verandah , scared out of his wits , as much as i was ..... immobile !
Then , realising he had his freedom he hopped off into the evening.
My new playmate gone , i was now yanked off to be washed with soap and dettol , while being told that i would get boils all over , if the froggie had pee'ed on me.
Oh ! a long day it was and an even longer night , with me falling asleep that night with fears of boils, fallen teeth and turning purple for life . I really didn't need a mirror to imagine what i would look like , if what people said were to come true ......
Here was my first lesson to self painting and catching frogs at 3 ............... :-)