Pahi falls ill, once in a while, just like all healthy children. We always have to force her to drink her medicine because she hates “mecidine” from the bottom of the bubu.
One evening after we forced her to have Wickoryl suspension, she wailed and then tried to spit out the syrup. While doing so, she did her women in distress act (courtesy movies and cartoons) and shouted out loud, tears rolling down her cheeks like a flood: Bachao, bachao! We, of course, broken into our biggest smiles post another terrific performance by Pahi.
I think she definitely has a shot at masala Bollywood films.
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