Do you know that Ballet started almost 500 years ago, in Italy?
Do you know that on average ballerinas wear out 2-3 pairs of pointe shoes per week?
Do you know that a male ballet dancer can lift over 1 & a half tonnes worth of ballerinas? That’s the same as picking up a Hippo! 🙄
Do you know that a three-hour ballet performance is roughly equivalent to running 18 miles?
I am now feeling sorry for myself…. Why didn’t I learned ballet dancing?? Is it too late now? 😦
Marrying a tall guy is like marrying your Prince Charming, but even Mr. Charming comes into your life with pros and cons…. remember snow white’s love struggle. 😮
Point taken. So, once you decide to get married to a tall guy, there will be some pros and many cons too…. I will not share much of the details, just one interesting one or should I say, most irritating habit of my tall hubby – Abhishek Singh. ❤
I became a victim of it, in the very first few days of our married life, when I asked him to hang a small mirror for me, near the basin. You know, I love mirrors, specially when I am in it 😀 He obliged. Such a good husband. Right?? 😉
Wait for it……… and there it was…. A mirror on the wall, only problem, it was only showing my forehead. just my forehead…. rest of me was nowhere in the mirror. 😦 Yes!!!! He placed it as per his height. “I can clearly see my face. Look! What else you want?”, he said, seeing my dissatisfied (more like angry wife) look. 😡
I understood at that time, that it’s going to be long road ahead.
Now, my car keys are over the fridge top, my phone somehow get landed there too, along with mails and my watch…. just within the reach of my hubby, and out from me. His wallet too. I can understand the car keys and the rest. I can live with or without them… But, His wallet??? Are you kidding me? How many tricks I have to do now, to get a hold of his wallet, daily? Is he playing smart? I doubt. 
Abhishek Singh
Everything in my home, is now placed at the topmost shelf. Sometimes I use chair, table or my kids toys (I just throw the toys at things, till they fall down 😐 or something else falls. You can always blame kids if anything goes wrong). Whenever I confront him, he would say, ‘I have put it on the top shelf so the kids don’t reach’, But, that much higher?? seriously? Leave kids, even I can not reach there. 😡
Height of it was, when he put all of my shoes in top shelf of our shoe cupboard. Actually he used three cartons and put all of my beautiful sandals and shoes to the top. Reason – ‘kids create a mess with your shoes.’ 😦
Sometimes I use it to my advantage too. Like when he ask me to give him car keys, or his credit card. I would just say, ‘Oh, It’s so high, I just couldn’t reach, Please help yourself’ 😉
Or, ‘ Can you please bring me my shoes. It’s at the top, you see.’
I am smart too. 😛
Rakhi (Rakshabandan), just went by, and this time I decided to make Rakhis by myself. Time to use your hobby, right??
Do you know that traditionally only a Kalawa (thread/dora) was used as a Rakhi?
Do you know that Rakhis comes now in various designs like toys, stones, cartoons, musical and bracelet form?
Do you know that Punjab is famous for it’s Resham Rakhis, while Mysore for Sandalwood Rakhis?
Do you know that Pavitropana a festival symbolic to Rakhi, is celebrated in Gujrat, where people, tie threads of cotton to shiva-linga?
I will leave you with some pics of Rakhi celebrations by my kids. Enjoy!!!
My Kids love role playing, but it’s always hard to catch them in action. Remember they are smarter than me. 😕
Yesterday was different. I had a Spy. 😈
Everytime they are playing in their room, and I would happen to visit, they will go completely quiet on me. You must think that they are scared of me??? Nope. Not in any dimension, of any world. 🙄
They use to enact me. My every word, every move. 
That’s why they go quiet with a sheepish smile on their face. Specially Otu. He repeats every word coming out of my mouth, with the same tone, like making a joke of me. Devil!!! The moment I’ll come out of their play room, they will laugh out loud, as if they have succeeded in their small mission of hiding their naughty plans from me. 😐
Coming to yesterday’s events. My Spy…. Yes, I was coming to that. My dear Hubby. He obliged me this time, by intruding into the enemy lines and bringing me back, important strategic information from across the border. 😉
These were the observations….
Tisha: Boys (talking to her two naughty brothers), sit properly. Renne, don’t move.
Renne: Okay.
Otu: OK. Mamma.
(OMG, Tisha was playing MOM. Tisha was playing Me.) 😆
Tisha: Boys. Mamma is cooking food. Don’t cry. Renne, what do you want?
Renne: Chicken.
Tisha. Otu, what do you want?
Otu: (long pause) Egg. No. Ice cream. 🙂
Tisha: Ok, baby. (seeing her Papa also sitting in the corner), boys, I am making tea for your Papa. Okay Boys…. Renne….. sit properly.
Swirls water in her glass, and serve tea to Papa and boys. Papa Happy.
Papa so proud, as if telling me, look my daughter makes tea better than you. 😎
Tisha: Ok boys, get ready. Pick up your bag. Go to school.
Boys obediently took their bags. Stock it up with all the toys they found lying around.
Otu, Renne: Bbye Mamma (to Tisha).
Tisha: Bye baby. Bye. I love you. See you soon.
If you are thinking, Oh! how cute. How sweet?? How nice your kids are???
This sweetness is all for role play. Once real food is served, you won’t find a single one of them, sitting peacefully at one place, including their father. 😛
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