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