NONFICTION

Two Stories of Sivakami Baby

Reynolds Wrap and Eggs

The Reynolds Wrap Is Too Long

Sivakami baby didn’t fall sick much, thank God for Dr. R. Sivaprasad.

So she was happy and active and very fond of looking in the storeroom and kitchen.

One day she found a Reynolds wrap Rahul mama had brought from the USA.

It is too long. If it were Indian wrap, the most she would have unwrapped was 9 meters.

Sivakami had escaped from her sleeping mother and come to the storeroom and opened the Reynolds wrap.

By the time Mummy woke, Sivakami had covered the drawing room in aluminium foil and she was still unrolling it.

She was uncut and unhurt.

Mummy got backache and realized that when you re roll Aluminium Foil, it will become a very fat roll.

Sorry for not including a picture of Reynolds Wrap. I never allowed my brother to buy me any, after this incident, and the brand isn’t available in the shops here for me to buy it again for a picture.

The 22 Egg Smash

When Sivakami baby ran out into the garage, where Papa was backing his car, Mummy was buying eggs.

Papa saw her, and heard Mummy scream, and backed the car away from Sivakami baby.

He didn’t hit the baby, or Mummy, or the egg seller, or any of the eggs in the carton in the garage.

He just knocked over the egg sellers’ bicycle.

Only 22 eggs were broken.

We all had omelettes that day.

Note by author: I wonder why my brother bought the Reynolds Wrap as a gift. Maybe one of his friends had gifted some to his family in India, and my brother copycatted the purchase.

FMCG container sizes in the USA are larger than in India, where disposable income to buy things you don’t immediately need is less. So if a baby is to get her sticky fingers into something she is going to destroy (or which might make her sick if she eats it), I pray that the item didn’t come from the US. Bigger box, bigger mess.

Written on the birthday of the doctor who saved my baby, Dr. R. Sivaprasad. We gave her a Hindu name after his, so she is called Sivakami.