umm its me again simple, and steady....

wow its me 17 years old-photoscript

I was 17 years old then, i was called as Babitha , a Hindi cine heroin, in college, i used to have big lovely eyes, and beautiful structure, i was very happy girl all the time, i knew cylcling, rifling, basketball playing i was the most fashionable girl in the tow, i still remember that was my 17th birth day, i bought light blue cotton sary and i stiched the blouse i wore , in those days i used to work on sewing machine a lot, i used to stich panjabi dresses, and do embroidary also ... wow i myself appreciate those talents of mine at that age,....do u appreciate me too? if so plz leave a comment..here

my dad and my velvet jacket-photoscript

oh lovely little family, mom was always beautiful and graceful, steady and dignified, lovely and comely, she is having Pedda in her lap, and aunty was there behind me, she was one of the members of our family she came to our home when she was 9 years old, we were in Madras at that time . she was my best friend always, we both used to play , quarrel all the time. yet we never could be away from each other, i was allways her pet, and she is my heroin, we both used to spen time together chit chating and playing. and here is my dad, my hero, the great one, i was so happy all the time to be with him i sat cozily beside him , he was giving instructions to the photographer, and i leaned upon him a little, actullly i was sitting on the edges of the two chairs on which my dad and mom sat, my dad while he was talking to the photographer, he was finguring on my velvet jacket, i sat quietly,and without any movement, fearing if i move he may stop that finger to move on my jacket. i liked the way he touches the velvet of the jacket of mine. it was so secure, and comfortable, i liked the way dad always takes care of me... i miss him so much now, oh why and why i lost him before i returned all that love he had given me, i am regretting .. now .. but no use....

Pedda baby in lap(invisible)photoscript

It was me proudly holding my little sister Nirmaladevi in my lap, though, i lost her in the photo, i still remeber how carefully i hold the little bundle , i was told that my little sister was born in the 7th month , a premature baby, and in those days it was a miracle to have such infact in the home. The doctors were Britishers, in Kuglar's hospital, gunter, they told my dad that they did not have any hope of the baby life, so they asked him to leave the baby in the hospital , but dad never gave up his hope, he did not take his step back asked the doctors to keep the baby in the incubater, and later shift her to home. i still have those memories how dad used to take care of Peddababy, that is Nirmala devi at home. He used to enjoy while the baby crawls, and used to call her 'my mom" very fondly. here i am with that little one making my dad happy for i too wanted to take care of her thus showing her in my lap in that photo

Nawab,-Photoscript

I still remember how a constable who was with us, in our bunglow to take care of me, all the time. His name was Nawab, he used to prepare aththar, perfume and bring the little bottles to us, i was very fond of him because he was so careful in dealing with all my tantrums, without a complaint, he used to take care of me while my mom was busy in the kitchen and dad was in the office, In those days taking a photo was a costly affair, but i was told that Nawab took me to the photo studio and took this photograph of mine. i will never forget him.God bless his soul.

obstinate little leela-photoscript

dad and mom wanted to have a photograph of mine, so in those days the photographer used to come home with big stand on which the camera is to be fixed , he used to take a dark black cloth and cover himself and the stand with camera and used to take the photo, taking the photo atleast consumes 10 to 15 minutes, till then we used to sit or stand like a statue, until the photographer emerges out and tells us the photo taking process was over. to get a copy of that photo it would take another 10 to 15 days,
this photo was taken when i was 4 years old, it seems i was so fascinated by the specticles used by the photographer, so insisted that i should have those looking glasses, it seems my dad tried to stop me from grabing the spectecles from the photographer, but he could not succeeded, ultimately with a triumphant smile on my face i took hold of those spectecles in my hand , stood on stool and showed my teeth as a fose for the photo, here i goooo......