Curiosities.

 An amusing memory from my distant past…

                It was a daily routine of the neighbourhood aunties.  Evenings would invariably find the trio planted onto a favourite bench in the park; packets of bhelpuri or sevpuri open in their laps and risque jokes spewing from their painted mouths.  With one eye on us kids,  as we played nearby, and the other eye on the young couples, who hid behind the trees, cooing sweet nothings to each other, these aunties went about their business of gossiping about all and sundry, arousing curiosity in those around. The mischievous looks they gave each other on spotting the lovebirds spoke volumes about what transpired in those grown-up minds.
              And, our ever inquisitive juvenile minds would often try to make sense of the tidbits that wafted past us; but, whom would we ask what those meant? From their sniggers and guffaws, we kids did  know their talks consisted of  the ‘unmentionable’ stuff, not meant for our innocent minds.  For, each time we tried inching closer to them, they would shush each other up and glare at us for trying to eavesdrop.
               A loud crack of  laughter from their corner and we little ones  suppressed shy giggles. How that memory brings a smile to my face now!
         
           I find it amusing, and a tad ridiculous, at all that intrigue from back then.  But, that’s how young minds are – ever so inquisitive, curious to know what goes on in the adult world, in  the adult talks.  Especially curious about what they  are not entitled to learn about at their tender age.

          Do you remember those times from your childhood, when you would paste your ears to the walls, trying to catch snippets of  discussions that went on between the elders in the adjacent room,  and then dissecting them to make sense of it all?

*The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.
This week’s prompt: Word prompt: RISQUE.
This week’s prompt comes from  B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Geetika Gupta

       

10 Replies to “Curiosities.”

  1. I enjoyed reading about your memories of childhood wanting to understand the adult world through the “aunties”. I find it so cute how in India they call women aunties like that. Fun memories. I guess most of my childhood memories of adults would be the parties my parents had when we lived on bases. The military can be quite coarse and I remember lots of people drinking and joking around with lots of raunchy, sexist and risque humour.

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  2. Shilpa, I remember how we used to try and listen in to my mother and her friends' talks and would guess what they meant by the words we overheard them discussing and laughing like schoolgirls 🙂 Loved your post, happy writing.

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  3. Gosh. I'm the one in my friend group who has this habit of cracking “double-meaning” jokes. And the only retort I have when they giggle and tell me to stop cracking these jokes is – If you're so innocent, how did you even understand the joke? 😀
    And I really wonder sometimes, how did we even figure out that the things which the elders talk about are things which we were not supposed to know about? The hushed voices are to be blamed for increasing the curiosities in our young minds! 😛

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  4. Hahaha, Mithila! I can imagine, you sitting in the centre of the circle of your friends, cracking all 'those' kinda jokes and having a rocking time! :))
    True, that. I, too, wonder, how we knew that those were 'those' kind of talks!

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