I shut the door on an unwilling Rohit after depositing him outside by his collar. I had some writing work to finish and wanted no disturbance. He appeared at the window with his demand to come on.
Next he was clambering up the sill and nearly brought a peice of the roof down on the pots. I ran to save the pots, and did not think of photographing the impending disaster.
His mother Manila whacks him daily. If I was his mother I also would whack him daily !
Rohit in his impeccable best after bath.
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