The Music Box

“ It’s been licked ” a voice stated. Ranu turned around in trepidation to find herself face to face with a girl slightly taller than herself. The object in question was a musical box with a little pink ballerina twirling to Chopin’s tune. Ranu cared not much if it had been licked.She had not imagined such beauty. Be it to a city dweller ,only a simple music box used to store inexpensive trinkets. Ranu glanced again at the the tinkling box and stared instead at the girl who stood before her. A vision , with long dark hair tumbling down her back, symmetrical fine features marred somewhat by her sullen expression.
“My dad got me this when he was posted in France .He is in the Army and kills bad guys. And you are to keep your hands off it and anything else in this room. All my toys have been licked .My clothes too. I have poisonous spit !So if you do touch any of my belongings,you are going to turn purple and DIE!” Ranu nodded fervently, eyes wide with terror.

The girl continued, “ I am really hoping you will go away after a few days like all the other guests from the hills. Mamu told me that you might be staying a bit longer and helping out in the house. And attending my school too. ” The girl, with her brow furrowed, paced the length of her pastel shaded room. On one side of the walls,were pictures of her as a baby,toddler and the striking 6 year old she was today. “Mamu and daddy had some big fights because of you,you know,” she accused. Ranu’s cousin had not much contact with her paternal side of the family from which Ranu hailed.

Ranu had arrived in the dead of the night with her father ,clothed in the only unpatched coat that both she and her younger sister shared. During her last lucid moments before she had drifted off to sleep the earlier night ,she had gnawed over that particular worry. This morning, she had been awakened by her father at dawn. He was somber as he blessed her while she,hardly having shaken off her sleep, prostrated at his feet, He murmured softly, “ Meri chori.” And with that he had swung his battered faux Adidas bag strap on top of his head,resting as comfortably as a doko , and ambled out of the room. He made out a pitiful figure; scrawny, knobby –kneed ,a man who had aged much before his time,partly due to ceaseless smoking and in majority due to poverty.

Ranu watched him leave and persuaded herself into thinking she would be back home soon..They would not be able to do without her . After all who would look after her new baby brother and her Hajoor Ba? Didi had been married off at 12 ,three years ago and lived in a village worth two days of walk. Her two brothers were already working in the fields. Her younger sister, Syani , was much too young.Only four this year and not too bright too,she remembered. Syani lived in a world of her own,where she played with her shadows and her stones. Ranu;s younger sister was fascinated with all kinds of stones. Rocks,pebbles,stones, and bits of gravel. Syani responded poorly to people and surroundings. There was no way Syani could take care of her baby brother and Hajoor Ba who was bed ridden after a particularly bad fall whilst being drunk up to his gills on borrowed money. Ranu tossed and turned. Her simple 8 year- old mind not being able to rest easy. Her mother had explained to her that she would be going to Pokhara ,to her Kaka’s place where she would be helping her Kaki with her housework in the mornings and evenings and attend school in the daytime at one of the best schools in Nepal!

“At Gandaki Boarding!” her mom had crowed. The name made almost no sense to Ranu besides the fact that the Master in her school had a son who went to school there and he talked about the subject incessantly. This was the only reason the name had even stuck to her. The mere thought terrified her .In her village, school meant only one thing for her.Freedom .The few hours she had been able to get away from home and her share of chores. But more often than not, she had to remain home and tend to one of her sick siblings or her ailing Hajoor Ba. Or plant new crops.Or make rows and rows of cow dung pies for future use. Or take the neighbour’s cows to graze in exchange for a liter of milk.. Or a thousand other things.

Although it was Ranu’s first day at her Kaka’s place,she was assigned chores both in the garden and the kitchen. She had been greeted stiffly by her elders before breakfast.
Kaka had in an absent minded manner told her to be good and help Kaki and hurried off to his restaurant cum ghazaal he co-owned with some ex colleagues. Kaki had not deigned to say anything but had instead asked one of the maids to get her her usual cup of hot lemon before she left for gym. Ranu had proceeded into the kitchen when she had been called upom for breakfast .The vast amount of food had shocked her greatly. And she had her first bite of bread. She was still undecided as to whether she liked the way it sort of melted into your mouth and then slid down the throat. The older of the maids had then told,no,commanded Ranu in her superior way to go the last room upstairs and wake her cousin . Ranu meandered through the big house,pausing to admire certain things, gawping at others and at last stopped at the very last door;to find it open. The bed was rumpled ,the coverlet thrown back.No cousin to be seen anywhere . Her curiousity getting hold of her,making her edge into the room,to lift, touch ,look and admire.In the middle of the pretty room, there was a dresser and on the dresser lay the music box.It had been wind up and Ranu could hear the tinkling notes from the doorway. And without knowing it,she had found herself looking into the mirror of the little music box and the little pink ballerina turning in its revolver. Ranu had almost reached out when she had been stopped by a voice. And in this way,she first met her cousin,toothbrush in hand, toothpaste foam dribbling down her chin and obviously not very pleased at the sight of Ranu.

[I have not written fiction ever!!! So here goes..what happens to Ranu is as big a mystery to me me as it may to you. Wish me luck wud ya?]

Audrey H - Brilliant! A very touching story. The soft narrative voice is awesome. You have picked a great theme to write about.

And loads of luck in developing the plot further.

Best wishes.

Nice attempt..good luck :)

" You have been told to come down for breakfast by Maiya did,” intoned Ranu.Her eyes still wandered around the room which held much too much things that proved to be of enthrallment. Ranu’s eyes lingered a while on the pink wispy ,voluminous party dress hanging on the wardrobe.

"Maiya can’t tell me what to do!She is not the boss of me. I want strawberry ice-cream if the Dairy has any today. And some Horlicks without any water in a bowl. Go on..get it. Mamu said you are to do as I tell you .Or Else You Get Sent Back!” she said with a smirk.

At that ,Ranu stood on attention.Her eyes back on her cousin,“You mean to say,I could go back home?”

Several vocal matches had ensued in Ranu’s Kaka’s family. Kaki had even roped in her own Ama to debate the issue. Ama had argued long and hard against the idea of bringing a hillybilly child and raising it as their own. But Kaka had been adamant this time.He had never really looked back since he had enlisted in the Bristish Gurkha Regiment. Letters had flown back and forth in the first few months while he had been undergoing Recruit Training. He had been but a boy of only 15 who had forged a BC which stated him as being 18 along with hundreds of others.Amongst themseleves,they had shared the most amazing camaraderie and egged one another on as they faced difficulties and challenges. At night ,when the lights went off, and the Guruji in question bade them goodnight in a mildly vulgar Paltane fashion,the boys would weep.They missed being in the hills.Where they had not always had a full stomach or shoes to wear but had a sense of belonging and people to inquire after their well-being and that of their entire family. And sometimes their cattle’s too.The flat English landscape failed to entice them .And when the day had come for them to pass out and be allocated to their respective platoons ,they had hugged fiercely and bawled .Promises were made to meet up and keep in touch. But then Life happens and everyone knows what happens when that happens. He had been miserly with his income at first. Spending only when he absolutely had to and remitting the rest home. Back home, they kept asking for more and more. Father would urgently need money for an operation ,Thulo Dai would need to buy a new plot of land since their ancestral land had over time started producing lesser and lesser crop of quality as well as quantity. Maili dai’s third and fourth daughter needed to get married. Kaila bhai needed to go overseas to earn better money and the agent would be extorting a princely sum. It was endless. One day,he just stopped. He had gone back once and found himself holding everything in distaste. Everything had stank of poverty. He had never since gone back nor kept in touch save for the occasional amount of money during Dashain.

Ranu was suddenly filled with utmost hope. It seemed to her as if returning home would not be a feat at all. In her mind she could already see her decrepit two-storey home, a thin thread of smoke tracing a path into the sky out of the chimney. The fire had to be watched and kept burning or Hajoor Ba would whine about the cold. And Syani , crouched in the front part of house,her stones all around her in various orders. She could even hear her baby brother mewling and her arms ached to hold him.

“Go! Go now!” the cousin screeched.

Ranu roused herself back to the place she was in,loathe to break up her image she had seen with so much clarity. She had even been able to get a whiff of woodsmoke. Here they used a gas stove and it had scared her a little.When she had been told by Maiya to fill the electrical thermos with water,Ranu had asked for direction to the nearest river. They had laughed uncontrollably at her and only after the laughter had ceased ,showed her the tap at the kitchen sink.

She trudged back the long passage to the kitchen and was met by Maiya who cursed as she set aside the breakfast she had already prepared.

“ I pray to God that the rotten child has worms in her stomach.Her mom cares less what she eats anyway.Let me get a tray for the ice-cream and Horlicks.” And as she bustled around the kitchen,Maiya complained.

"You know,your Kaki is away at her Fitness Club the whole morning and then she gets home and dresses to nines for her kitty party and gets home only after your cousin is asleep! It is no wonder that the child is as rotten as she is. There is no one to take her in hand!” Maiya finished this in one exhalation.

Maiya had been working at this particular household for over a year and had been appalled to see the way her employers squandered their money and yet proved to be tight-fisted when it came to paying their help.They failed to pay her and the grocery store owner on time .And sure,Maiya had been guilty once or twice of doctoring the accounts but Kaki had always managed to dock it off from her pay.Maiya was actually saving to get married with her boyfriend of over 2 years. If her present employers had instead been anything like her previous ones she would have saved enough by the end of the year. Glumly she thought of how Kaki could add and subtract figures in her head with such speed it astonished her.It probably had to do with her spending so much time playing cards ofcourse. And the fact that she was one of the most prominent money-lenders in he city of Pokhara.

Maiya grumbled on and let Ranu take the tray instead.”Bring it back when she is finished hai !” she warned.

Ranu did not much like the look of the food in the glass dishes .She took a lick on the way to the room and spluttered .The ice-cream was colder than the river water in winter.and sweet! She pinched a bit of the Horlicks and stuck out her tongue to take it in….and hated how it spread sweetness inside the whole of her mouth.She was glad she had better fare.

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School year resumed and Ranu felt resplendent in her new uniform.Maiya had taken them to Chiple Dungha for shopping under Kaka’s orders and bought school supplies.New shoes! New socks,several pairs in fact. Maiya was also under strict orders to buy Ranu some clothes as she had arrived with only two worn out dresses .This embarrassed Kaka greatly but Kaki even more.They had tried to get their daughter to pass down some of her smaller clothings but had been met with outright refusal. And thus not long after she had come to live with her Kaka ,Kaki’s friends had come for lunch and Ranu had ben helping in the kitchen.Scurrying to and fro ,laying the table and carrying dishes and dishes of food.One friend in particular had been startled at the resemblance Ranu shared with her Kaka and they had all remarked upon it.

“O ho, the genes on your husband’s side is sure very strong…the fair colouring ,the same eyes,the same forehead,even the cleft in the chin!” they cackled.

Just then ,in strode the daughter of the house.She was a beautiful child,who was doted upon by her grandparents if not her parents when they could.and she had on a new dress only recently gifted to her by her uncle on her mom’s side from Hong Kong. And although no one said a word,Kaki felt it.They had looked at the two children and seen extreme similarities and yet not. She had felt profoundly embarrassed and a measure of unreasonable anger towards the child so that later she would push her roughly when she walked past her niece.

And now there they were at school. Both in the same class since Ranu had a lot of catching up to do. A certain amount of money had exchanged hands to get the girls in this particular school , but ofcourse it was a matter of prestige! In a way it was Kaka’s way of redeeming himself in the eyes of their relatives , for Pokhara is a small city and family secrets could hardly be expected to kept as such. He had been for some time the whipping boy for inattentive ,unfilial sons. The barbs and satire had not gone unnoticed. Ranu was a price he paid not wholly out of his heart but willingly nevertheless.


The school building itself seemed monstrously huge to Ranu. She had inquired about tiffin with Maiya.

“ I always took some makai-bhatmas to school. I get hungry otherwise .” she had implored . Maiya had laughed at this. And had proceeded to tell her about food being served at school at lunchtime.

Lessons had been an eye opener in the truest sense for Ranu. The Math teacher had praised Ranu when she had done well in her mental sums. And her multiplications. He had used picures and stories to explain the different aspects of the sums. But best of all had been English period when an attractive sari-clad lady walked in.

“Good morning ,children! You may call me Miss Anju. Today we will not be having any lessons,instead I will tell you a story about a mouse and a fairy.”

And all the time Miss Amju had been telling the story,Ranu had wondered at the atrocity of a talking mouse and a so called fairy who would wait until the last moment to arrive.
She had loved how beautifully Miss Anju spoke and wished her teacher would notice her.So she raised her hand towards the end of the story and said” But Miss,you are lying.Mice do not talk. We have a lot of mice in our village. They are troublesome creatures and not affable at all!”
Two red spots appeared on Miss Anju’s cheeks. A minute later Ranu was standing in a corner while the story went on.


They were picked up by Maiya who looked unusually grave.She loved being out otherwise,answering to catcalls,giggling at something the shopkeepers said or did.
Ranu and her cousin was not told anything however.
When they got home, Ranu saw some bags all packed. She was met by Kaki.

“Your Hajoor Ba has passed away.He had been sick for some time now. Kaka is going away in an hour so you may write a letter to your family if you want.”she sniffed.Her eyes were red rimmed.Not because she felt for her father-in-law but because her husband had tried to get her to accompany him to his village home. And being the person she was ,she was not aware that Ranu was almost illiterate. Recognising only a few of the English alphabets and some of the nepali ones.

Ranu stood stock still.Hajoor Ba had been a merry man when he was drunk or not. After his accident too,he did not complain as much as he could have except when the fire went out. A strong wave of homesickness ran through her.

“Could I please go too?” she begged. Her Kaka had at that moment stepped out to make a call to take care of his busisness while he was away. It was a long walk to his village after all. Four hours by bus and nearly three days worth of trek for the fit. Kaka with his belly hanging over his belt would probably take four.

“No,Ranu….”her Kaki started.But was interrupted by husband, “ Get Maiya didi to pack your things.”

Ranu ran to the kitchen and nearly bursting with excitement told Maiya. Maiya rolled her eyes ,thinking of the increased workload once again. They had let go of the smaller girls who helped around the house.

An argument had started once again in the living room. Ranu went to her room.Gathering her meager belongings, her heart filled with yearning. A shadow fell across the floor,she looked up to see her cousin. She held her hands behind her back.

“Will you come back?” she asked. Careful to sound as if she cared little. They had over the past two months become like sisters. Ranu had been as patient with her cousin as she used to with her sister Syani. And she had gently won her over with her tales of the mountains and hills .Of how they swam in the rivers in the summer and fished so that their stomachs were fuller than it had been over the winter. Of the fireflies they caught at sundown and put in glass jars. Or the mudfights they had after planting rice,in the ricefields. Ranu had told her cousin of the countless wonders that filled the surrouding areas .Of things which would amaze which did not depend on being connected to an electrical socket or included inserting batteries.And Ranu had listened too,with the great wisdom some children are apt to have.

"Ofcourse I will come back ,Apekchya!:I just need to see my family and be there for my Hajoor Ba’s last rites .You can be so silly sometimes Apoo.” She looked at her distraught cousin.
She bent down to pack her slippers and when she straightened up ,her cousin had gone. Ranu was not surpised at her cousin’s gloom…she had lived a rather lonely life before she had come to stay. She mused for a while on how Apoo would live in her village.It was a laughable image.Ranu was almost shaking with excitement now. All she had left to do was to bring her bedsheet out for laundry.
She saw an object lying at the end of her bed ,under the covers .Ranu threw it back. It was the music box.

Umm..I shud have been able to stick this two together..how do i go about it ? Any help?

Obtw...thank you guys..Captain and sndy.you are too kind

Very nice, Audrey. I liked the story. Very touching and close to reality. We are a product of our experiences and I have noticed throughout my life that those of us who have had humble experiences often turn out to be better human beings than those of us who have always had it easy and take everything for granted. Wealth without responsibility is a bad thing - such wealth seldom lasts and often wreaks havoc while it does.

I thought you did a good job telling the story. I like the way you use event and anecdotes to build up the character of Ranu and leave it to the user to be the final judges.

Good job.

I gotta go now but I wil read it later.

Audrey, great job..liked the ending..I used to love horlicks too...thanks for sharing :)

ok 1st thing 1st..someone says..never wrote a fiction before..so i guess its not too wrong for one to assume the person has wrote non-fictions before?share those too!!!:@ (some words have been deleted since they might be considered abusive ;oP hehe)

anyways after capt comments..there is nothin to much to add..(well u know wat i mean?dun u err..Audrey?;oP hehe)but i guess i still will be addin..so yeah pls tolerate ;oP..

at the start..thot i came into some horror story...esp imagining the ballerina being licked by some gruesome tongue :o| hehe..but guess it was a very nice suprise how the story shaped out (pls tolerate me!!its hard to express myself!:oS hehe)..and time is kinda runnin out here(someone prayers have been heard yet again?:oS hehe) but immensely enjoyed it..would have loved it if it was a tad bit longer(well u know how it is..when ur enjoyin smthing u wish for it to last longer?hehe)....kinda might have hit some of soft spots too hehe..u sure its a fiction?;oP...

and well if these lines def are quite unforgettable for me..."Promises were made to meet up and keep in touch. But then Life happens and everyone knows what happens when that happens" ..well i may forget(me being me :oS hehe)..but yeah def unforgettable eh?hehe..ok ok before i make more non sense ;oP...

have a good one..and hope alls well there...wats with the new..errr..u know wat i mean?;oP...lucky someone said hi..if not i wouldnt have seen this :o|...and def waitin for more just like the other folks..

ps im def not kind!so accept ;oP hehe..

good day!:oD

I thank the reader in each of you..:) Captain,sndy,dananah.

dan...thought I would let you know..im a huge horror fan.My all time goosebumps raiser would be Stephen King's "The Shining" . Ner saw the movie which had Jack Nicholson as the lead in it but the book itself it amazing. [i see you are witing posts,therefore!]
Cheers.

audrey(nice name hoina?;oP hehe) ur a huge horror fan re?sweet!!being scared to the bones just is smthin that is just so enjoyable hoina?well a scaredy(wats that word?how do u spell it?does it even exist?:o| hehe) cat shud know how it feels to be scared?hehe are u one too?;oP hehe..

anyways as i mentioned before im not really a reader :oS hehe..but yeah a book def takes one to a way deeper journey than a movie does hoina?(is it cos we put in more effort when we are readin a book than when we do watch a movie?hehe )....there aint much movies out there which does justice to those good books..are there?like one of my fren noted..lord of the rings is sure one trilogy that was worth the watch?well speakn from my own experience which def will differ with others i guess...

anyways back to horror(have some time to kill...so dun mind me :oD hehe)...i watched that movie "shining"(never got my hands on the book tho..but if the book fell on my lap from heavens above..even lazy me might make an effort to turn the pages..that is if time permits ;oP hehe)was pretty scary..and im quite sure im the type of person who doesnt get scared that easily(tho mybhauju would remind others that few weeks back i slept with leaving the lights switched on after watchin the supposedly scary movie called 'pulse' or was it 'pulses'?hehe..it was so lame!!it was more of a science fiction movie than a horror..guess my cousin explained the horror part wrongly before we watched the dvd..but yeah i dozed off!!and didnt intentionaly leave the lights on all night ok!!!hehe)

oops where was i?;oP...yeah if u get a chance to grab ur hands onto the Shining dvd..u better grab it...i do remember some spine chilling scenes..esp when Jack was alone goin around the empty house and figures started appearing here and there...gawd i still remember those scenes!!may i not remember it later in the night!:o| hehe..even if i do..no!i will switch off the lights!!!unless i doze off?;oP hehe..cant imagine how it be like reading such a book alone in the night :o| hehe...oh that reminds me..does the IT freak u out?it did to me!i guess i just have a problem with 'masks'..facades we each have?hehe..pretty was spooky..tho the clown looked so 'innocent and harmless'...

and smthin just cropped up..and seems like the hr i had to while away just got less hehe..so im outta here...darn was wantin to mention christoper pike hehe..once(long long time ago :o( i can still remember..haha im actually startin to hmm the amercan pie tune hehe) my fren introduced me to his books(he is a he hoina?:o| im really bad with genders!:o| hehe)told me it was horror stuffs...didnt really find those books scary..but def was hooked to them..

anyways hope sat is turning out good...esp if u went to the movies with frens :oD...cya around and def nice to see u writing :oD...sharing any more soon?hope so re kya :oD...

guess i go out sayn..i type ..therefore i am(gettn more weirder?:oS hehe)

good day!:oD

ha ha...IT was watched as a movie first..got properly petrified and then later got round to reading. I guess ,am a adrenaline junkie! And yea,clowns and drains never seemed the same to me afterwards.The poor kid in me:(

Ofcourse,Chris Pike was read....his chain letter series was amazing!! I even din leav Fear street to rest although this was more soft horror. Lurve to hate horror movies but will watch anyway!

Nice going there uudi jaane chari..:D
One question, DO u always choose classic names ho??..:P
Pretty nice fiction!!.:)
Keep writing on!!..:D

audrey...u actually still went on to read the book :o| its really thick hoina?(yeah size does scare me smtimes ;oP hehe) not too sure about the adrenaline junkie..but u def seem like a book junkie :o| hehe...seriously after that movie..i got tainted for life i tell u!!i can never make eye contacts with clowns!!even the friendly lookn Ronald McDonald!!btw doesnt he just looks so evul behind tht friendly smile?:o| see i been tainted arghhh!!!:o( ;oP

and oh i think i kinda have forgotten the details(results of the therapy sessions for the traumas?;oP so pls dun make me remember hai :oD hehe) esp about drains..which is all good..esp since the mention of drains makes me remember of good old stuffs we used to do..u know walk on drains(esp the huge ones) catch fishes(tho not to be consumed..did we ever consume any?cant really remember but most prob we did :oS hehe) and wat not?oops better not stray ;oP

and chain letters?u just made me remember some stuffs!!i think i never got to read them and had really longed to read them then!arghhhhh!!another unfulfilled wish is now added to the already long list of things i wanna finish doin :oS hehe..anyways its all good..just have to wait for the books to fly from the heavens above and onto my laps and which does happen a lot(has been happening all my life?;oP hehe)can only remember those books where it was about vampires(wasnt most of his books about that?;oP hehe)..those snakelike creatures..and most of the time had to do smthing with mars?hehe..dun think i ever heard of "Fear street" which is good for me cos if not i dunno how worse i would have turned out to be right now?:o| just the thot of Elm Street(Freddy) still gives me chills down my spine time to time..not right now tho ;oP....i mean can u just imagine the normal clown(IT) turning into freddy?:o| yeah still not over him since my young havent had nightmares for ages..hopefully wont have any soon *touch wood* ;oP

talkn about horror movies?love to hate re?u sure?why hate?it doesnt hurt does it?;oP hehe...but watchn them is def fun hoina?esp when ur out camping with frens or in some mini trips and where u plan to head to some so called haunted places after watchn some horror flicks?hehe...try watchn friday the 13th during a camping trip!def makes life seem so exciting ;oP hehe...

anyways like juggy mentioned...keep writing and hope to read more fictions or non-fictions soon ...cya and good day!:oD

(still need to type and i guess i better do it in a less public place ;oP hehe..well whilin some time :oD )

Oh ho, another writing in the making! Nicely plotted adn enjoyed it. Somehow, the author of this story sound very familiar. Wonder if this is another case of reincarnation. If it is, I too need to disguise myself. ;-)

Audrey - Hope to hear more from you. :-)

Dan...finally remembered the name of that author of Fear street series"R.L. Stine" Am sure you hearda him!

Flips and Juggiekins..fanks so much for your comments.As for the reincarnation thingy.:) Tis all a matter of perspective wudnt u say? Welcome to the net world after all.Where you can be all you wanna be and nothing if u choose it so to be.

Audrey,
That's a lovely story - enjoyed reading it. Pse do keep it coming.

You a fresh entrant to the Sajha rank and file, no? Just asking.

And also a Hepburn fan? :-)

Have a good one.

Carpe diem.

aud..(sue me for being lazy and not typing the full name ;oP hehe) yeah sure have heard of him...it was yest..duh!;oP when i googled about fear streets hehe..just wanted to check if those were pike stuffs too...i dun think i heard of him(i dun really remember much i guess :oS..smtimes i even think i make it a point to try and not remember :o| hehe)..but now i have..lets see how long i remember him (dun test me hai..i just might be tryn to remember this time ;oP hehe..)..anyways...been sittn on my arse a bit too long(more than i 1st anticipated and the roots are growin deep :o| hehe)

anyways..

sandhurst bro!!*waves!* sheesh the things ppl do to get attn ;oP hehe..anyways lets talk about u..got no more to share?if my memory serves right(which would be too improbable but well there is still a tinee winee chance hoina?hehe)there was one before..just one and not really complete?;oP...well i still remember it(not cos *ahem* my nick was there too ;oP) cos it was crackn..so if there was another one that was gonna come out..well hope so it does ..if time and mood permits eh ;o) hehe..

and yeah am closing my postin count for today..(yes u ppl can breathe again!;oP hehe)

good day all :oD

scarlett,

A dumbo that I am, it took me a while to figure who you are, but what's up with audrey hepburn now? Your refreshing read reminded me of a new Sitara in the making.

Way to go,
John