the cold cream treatment......

G has always been his mother's boy. Always. ever since he was one, he called his mom with her name. She had been an inspiration to him always. He copied her, at every thing. Cooking, novels, the color green and even at academics( Electrical engg).

today's story dates back 16 years when he was three and a half years old. he copied her back then too. this time it was cold cream. having seen mom apply the cold cream over her face, our naughty G thought if mom why not me. and so with his cute fingers, he pulled a stool to the table. Stood on the stool, reached for the cold cream and applied it all over his face and then devastation.......

fifteen minutes later......
he was lying in bed, with a white cloth over his fore head and something in his hand. it was a small bottle. he pressed it hard, with all his might. he was angry at the bottle for having caused such pain to him.

fifteen minutes ago......
having applied the cold cream, G got down from the stool and started searching for his toys. slowly his eyes started to burn. his eyes turned red. he had tears in his eyes. Granny saw G crying. she went to him. He told her the whole story. She went inside saw the bottle and came back running out with a wet cloth.

That my friends was not cold cream but a ZANDU BALM bottle......