I love shopping

They say that girls love to shop. I am no exception to this statement. The first thing I do when I enter
 a super market is pick a bag and collect all that I could.  But when I reach home I would not find all the stuff I picked up from the shop. I guess my dad does some cheap tricks when he pays the bill at the counter. Next time I should watch him closely how he puts back the stuff back in the shop

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Fast and Furious

This yellow car came to my home the day Paul walker died. I have become an expert driver. I sometimes sit like this in the car and read books.

I store my small toys in the boot of this car. Some times the vegetables in the refrigerator also find their way in the boot of this car. Now my grand mom has locked the refrigerator and has blocked access for me to open the fridge.

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My first Saree

My dad is crazy about Sarees. My mom seldom wears a saree. But I am crazy about sarees. I love draping them and walk around the house. This saree was presented to me by my chithappa (Jenin uncle). One whole day photoshoot happened after I wore this saree. I was posing the whole day. How do I look in saree?

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My first day in school.

Today was the first day of my schooling life. I knew something new was going to happen when my Mom told me last night that I will meet lot of new people today. She told me that I will find new friends in a place called School. I did not understand her words correctly. So I went to my Dad to understand what school would be like. I know that he confuses me most of times; but still I took the risk.

My dad told me that a school is a place where I can play with many children. I can ride tricycles, drive baby cars and play with dolls and also play in slides and swing. I was excited with the build up he gave about school.

Today morning my Mom woke me up early in the morning and told me that today is my first dayat school. I got up and my dad  made me to brush my teeth. As usual I ate the toothpaste. Then I wore a frock and carried my favorite Dora Pink school bag.  Then before going to school, I did pray. Click the picture to enlarge it

After dropping me in school, Mom and Dad hid outside the school and peeped inside from the window. I saw them peeping in; but acted as if I did not see them. I started to play in the slide. It was fun. There were other children in the school who were made to dance around by an aunt. But I was busy playing in the slide and I did not join that gang. 

School was fun. When grand dad came to pick me up from the school, I did not want to go with him. I wanted to play more. But they said that I can come tomorrow to school. Why can't home be as fun like school?

- Anya

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I am a perfectionist

I am a perfectionist. My dad is exactly the opposite of me. He does not even fold his bed sheet. On the other hand, I like arranging everything. I like things to be in order.

In the picture below, you can see me arranging all my toys in order.

Precision is the key to placing things in order. I have an eye for details

This is how I demonstrate to my mom, how vessels in the kitchen should be. My dad does not put things in the same place. So this message goes to him also.

While I was arranging my toys, my dad took a picture of me. I did not like him disturbing me.

Then I went back to the kitchen and took all the spoons and came to the drawing room and arranged them.

My dress was very dirty. So my dad changed the dress and made me wear another frock and asked me to pose for a photograph. As he pleaded with me, I allowed him to click a picture.

Then I went to my toy box and found these colorful play things and started arranging them in pairs.

Two color rings did not have pairs. I think my dad took them and placed it somewhere.

Next, I took all my dad's underwears and arranged them on the floor. I asked him to take a photograph of that too. He did not accept my offer. 

-Anya

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How do I sleep

I was under the assumption that my parents make me sit on the swing for me to play. But now I know that this is how they put me to sleep

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I caught the water jet

My Grand mother opened the tap today and I tried to catch the water jet. See what happened next..

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Police Complaint by Anya

Today I am very angry.I am angry with my dad. He thinks he is putting me to sleep by singing songs for me. But his singing actually stops me from sleeping. It disturbs my sleep. Do you think a baby like me will sleep when the dad sings at the top of his voice? I tried to make him realize his folly by crying out loud when ever he sings a lullaby for me. But he never understood my anguish and pain. Once I even bit him on his back to convey the message that I don't like it. But he does not seem to change. So I have decided to file a police complaint against him for singing lullaby for me.

I took his note book and pen and wrote this complaint letter. The following pictures were taken by my mother when I wrote the complaint letter in agony. If you take a closer look at the second picture, you can also notice that I have signed it with my signature. The capital "A" at the top of the letter is my signature. Now I have written the complaint; but I do not know how to take it forward. Please tell me whom I should contact? I am very serious.

- Anya 

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Dad dresses me up

Hi everyone,

I am now 1 years old. I am a big girl now. I have four teeth. I bite very well too. My dad and mom are my bite victims all the time. Sometimes my grand parents also get the bite gift from me. When I am happy , I bite. When I am sad, I bite too.

Today I am gonna talk about how my dad dresses me up. Before I go to the topic, I should let you all know how my mom dresses me up. My mom gives me a warm water bath. She applies soap on me and sings for me. Then she towels me up and gives me massages. Then she applies powder on my body and tickles me. Then softly she dresses me up. I always love it when mom dresses me up. But when it comes to dad, the story is different. Dad has the amazing ability to change my dress within seconds. He doesn't give me a bath , nor applies powder for me. This is how he changes my dress.

Step 1 :

He removes my shirt.

Have you heard the proverb "garland in the hand of the monkey".

This suits my dad in this step.

I always try to escape from him during this step.

Step 2 :

Now after removing the dress, he puts the new dress. 

He puts the dress as if he puts some vegetables inside a sack.

I always cry during this part.

Step 3

Sigh of relief.

It is over.

I smile during this step

Step 4

Dad and daughter bonding.

It is called as konjal time.

I forgive my dad for his steps 1 and 2.

This konjals will continue till dad attempts step 1 again

-Anya

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Red Panther

I have now acted in a thriller flick. In the movie I have donned the role of Anya who is a world famous robber. I went through intense training to steal the Red Panther (The royal box of chocolates). Watch this small movie to see how I perform the task.

The movie is for General Audiences. No animal or human being was hurt during the making of the movie.

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