Ooops!

Tuesday Morning,  7.10 am. I enter the lift with my little one and press the number 2. The lift opens. I get out and walk to the first flat on the left.

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“ Why is the door not open as usual ? Am I early today ?”

I ring the bell and wait. Notice the flat number written on the door, 101. “Buildings have flat numbers 201, 202…etc.. on the 2^nd floor na, Why this building has flat number 101 in 2^nd floor ? Weird... And why didn’t I notice it before?”  

A young gentleman opens the door. “ yes …” . 

I stare at him and then at the flat number. “Oh! sorry am in wrong flat.. sorry..”  

I hurry back to the lift, press 2. Door opens . I walk to the first flat on the left. Flat no. 201. 

The door is open. I knock and enter.

Patti (granny) : “vaa ma..” ( come dear.. ).

I give my little one to patti..

Patti : “kolantha paalu kudichacha ? ” ( little one had milk ?)

Me (in my broken Tamil ) : “Koncham, koncham bottlelil irrikke, koduth paar”       ( little, little remaining in bottle, try giving )

I wave bye to my son. He looks at me, ready to cry if I don’t leave immediately.

I enter the lift. Press G. Lift opens. I rush out and get into the cab.

Uhhhh.. that was embarrassing..