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Hyderabad tales-II

Part one here

-Kollu pati, fondly called as ko-pati by her great grandchildren, is pampering R with home-made tengoyal, seedai, vadams,etc.

-R is only too happy to lap up all the extra attention of his doting chitti-pati and chitappa-tatha too.

-The neighbours too seem to want to indulge R. R has found a new found interest in the ancient lift that functions at the aunt's. The grilled doors that close with great difficulty, that groans at every halt and starts and stops with a great jolt is a big hit with R. He wants to keep travelling up and down in it, much to the amusement of the neighbours who are willing to accompany him in his adventure. He being a friendly kid has only won him more friends, all of whom are maamis, akkas and annas.

-One flat here is also a home for two big fat hens (big can hen as R calls them). So, another added attraction for R. He got up one afternoon saying cuk-cuk-kozhi and insisted on visiting them at that very instant.

-What is R's amma doing? Enjoying the break from cooking and cleaning, eating awesome food prepared by her chitti and of course the ko-pati special goodies meant for R; getting pampered in general.

-No dearth of goodies as we celebrate the birthday of the elephant god. Needless to add that I am going to enjoy a sweat-free feast, err..festival.
Wishing you all a happy Ganesh Chaturthi!

Comments

  1. Sounds like both you and R are having good fun :) Aah I'm so waiting for my next vacation.. even if not the level of pampering as staying with family, really need a break from the usual schedule !

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  2. Yes, surely a break every few months from the routine is needed to get some RnR..so, where will your next destination be?

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  3. Thekkady end of the month Uma, and hubby's relatives are in Kerala so will combine bit of visiting too, but that'll not be the relaxed kind :).

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  4. oh wow..that sounds awesome..kerala after monsoon is a gr8 place to visit..am also awaiting my next sight-seeing vacation. Though, it will only be in dec..:-(..:-)

    psst: i do understand about visiting the hubby's side not being the relaxed types..;-)

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  5. Looks like a nice fun relaxed holiday...am sure u need it!! Enjoy :)

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  6. Aparna: yes Aparna, it sure was, thanx :-)

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