Chutki

In this post, I would now highlight the pranks played by my chutki ( my angel my daughter).

My little angel arrived in my life as a surprise as well as a gift. My son was born in Kolkata and I was a homemaker busy with studying, job application, and attempting govt employment exams. Lucky enough I cleared the All India  based Staff Selection Examination and got into a Government job in Delhi. 

Me and family shifted to Delhi. Now the main concern was a lookout for a creche for my son who was just 2 yrs old then. The area where we stayed didn't have any government creche so we had to put our son in the local creches run mainly by homemakers. We were just settling down with all these new hustle bustle and as such the idea of having a second child was far far behind. Our whole focus was now, on our only child, how to take care of him, with all the love and care, was our priority, since, we both were working parents, and also due to shortage of valuable time. Time was running with a quick pace and now we focused to move from rentals to having our own house. This by the grace of God happened in the year 1994 and our happiness knew no bounds when we received our little angel in this house the next year. Our angel is a gift to us from God and a blessing of our new home. Our Laxmi has arrived.

My little master who is now 9yrs, all of sudden became bro daddy. He was all concerned and caring of his little sister. My Govt job too gave me ample opportunity to have leave and to be with my children. I took a long unpaid leave for a year to look after my little angel, and now the concern was to look out for a nice caretaker, for both children. I didn't want to put my tiny tot into a creche, as I have had a bad experience;  my poor boy suffered a lot of bullying etc. So I wanted to be cautious this time. Luckily with the help of my cousins (good hearted people) I got a good caretaker for my chutki. I was tension free and joined my duty with ease.

Life was moving on busy with routine schedules. My chutki too was growing up, she is now a 2 yrs old bubbly chubby . She has started doing all odd things children usually do. Putting fingers in sockets, climbing everywhere possible, catching hold of the things which is not reachable, hanging over, on to sofa and chair edges, and eating such eatables, like chocolates, butter,(she loved butter) cheese slices etc., which is not meant for her.

I had an habit of hogging on something eatable after coming from office. I would be dead hungry by the time I returned back so after freshening up,  I would just try out something to eat going quickly into the Kitchen. This routine of mine was well aware to chutki.

It so happened that my chutki was down with stomach upset and slight fever. As I said she liked to have the food which I would be having she would catch hold on to my plate to see what I am having, since she was small I avoided giving her, any spicy or oily food. Her food was light with veggies. She loved butter a lot. She would sneek into kitchen, pull the fridge door open and would have butter slyly. Since she was sick I was very cautious about  her sneeking into kitchen, so I tried to ajar the door slightly while cooking.

This happened one such day me as usual after coming from office rushed into the kitchen to make something to crush my hunger pangs. Sadly that day I had only bread and butter in fridge. To avoid chutki from coming into the kitchen I just slightly ajar the door of the kitchen. My little master was sound asleep in his bedroom and my caretaker too, took her leave and went home. I was busy making my plate of bread and butter when the door got shut behind my back. I turned around to unlock the door and lo! to my surprise I was locked inside the kitchen: my chutki has locked me inside with good latch locking. I was banging on the door asking her to open. But the poor thing could not, understand or knew how to open. My little master was sound asleep and was in his dream world. I had no idea what to do. How to get out. At that time we didn't have any neighbour. And moreover since I was working I rarely met anyone in my apartment thus didn't knew anyone. We were staying on the top floor my sound would not reach anywhere even if I shout out from the Kitchen window. My banging on the door has now startled my chutki and she,  started crying 😭. I was trying to pacify her from inside since she could not see me she was howling more. I was now fully drenched with sweat no fan in the kitchen, hot and humid. There was no mobile phone at that time.  I was completely perplexed. I tried calling out to my son loudly. My poor thing was in deep sleep, he could not hear me.

As luck would have it I didn't locked the main wooden entrance door. The entrance, net grill door was latched, and the balcony net grill door too was opened. Since it was so hot I had kept the windows and doors of the hall, facing balcony, open. I think God heard my prayers. My hubby dear was a late comer. His job was demanding, and he usually reaches home by 9pm only. Luckily on that day he came early. He reached by 7pm. He can see my chutki crying through the net door. He had rung the bell too, hearing the sound of bell I knew someone was at the door, he called out to me,  I told him that I am locked inside the kitchen and chutki is not able to unlatch the lock. He had a good presence of mind. He called chutki near him through the door. She was the darling of Papa and listened to him too. She had a lovely cute red chair which was her favourite. He asked her to bring that to the door. Chutki lovingly bought that to the door. He asked her to climb on to it. She did so, now from outside, he showed her to unlock the latch with action, on the latch other side, he was instructing her to unlatch the lock....khecho molu dheere dheere krick....krick karte jao molu. She did everything shown by him and oh God the latch was unlocked. He just got inside quickly hugged chutki profoundly and rushed to the kitchen unlocked it and brought me out. I was completely drenched with sweat and was exhausted. I rushed to the bedroom to rest clutching my angel to my bosom.

That was a lesson to us. After this we covered all the sockets and all the latch locking holes with paper and cello tapes.

My chutki my quite cuddle did the unexpected and had us a real time. My Kumbakaran(my little master)too got good  bashing from his daddy. The day ended thus with all careful and necessary arrangements to tackle future commotions.

My chutki is now a damsel.