The doctor dropped the tile.

When I was a younger child ( I mean youthful than I am now ), I had a very sweet playmates - my cousins. In those days, I used to play with dolls and game plan was to act like doctors and engineers. Me as usual always used to roleplay the most flashiest of roles. I always used to be the doctor and all other cousins had to be patients and patient. Sometimes I used to let some of them play assistants and "compounders" (back then the ones who used to dispense medicine from a small window). During vacations my cousins used to visit me for fighting and playing. I was notorious for trading toys, I would trade my toys and then ask for my toys back after breaking the cousin's toy. My toys were very rudimentary cranes and cars made with cigarette boxes, motors and batteries, light bulb from broken fuses, ball bearings in tablets etc. My aunts used warn my cousins saying "yeh ladke ke saath khelo par is ke saath saude baazi mat karo" (play with him but don't trade with him). Only one younger cousin was better at trading than me, he took my train just by crying for hours, and I got nothing in return, I still remember the day when he took everybody hostage using his histrionics.

So cousins used to come and go, but one cousin always stayed with us as our neighbor. She is very dumb or at least she used to be. I remember once when acting doctor doctor she forgot to bring her doll along. The doll was supposed to be her kid, and you know the rules of the game i.e. the kid is ill, I'm doctor the great and I fix her kid/doll. So the "no doll" scenario was pretty grim. As usual we decided to continue and instead found a broken granite tile as a substitute for the doll. Ok, so far so good. She bought the tile/doll/kid to the doctor(me) and then the doctor performed the most exotic therapy on the tile :). You guessed it right my friend, THE DOCTOR DROPPED THE TILE!!! Then .... hell broke loose, the tile was shattered to pieces (which can be taken care off) and my cousin started wailing and weeping as if it were not just a tile, but a real kid. The doctor in me gets pretty confused as to, was my cousin really crying or was a part of the act. Then she runs back to her house and stops talking to me :( for a while. Now, that I am pretty sure that she is wild on me for some wild reason. Unfortunately now I had no one to play with in the afternoons after school and she simply won't give up believing that I dropped the tile on purpose. I talk to my mom and my aunt and they in summary advised "stop playing with her ... you know she complaints a lot about you" (damn her - backbiter)

I continued to go to her house and play but she simply won't be the same and always had this acrid tone when talking to me. I knew all her dolls, the barbie, the teela (she is he-man's assistant) and the one doll that I gifted. The doll I gifted was had a milk bottle and every time you take that off her mouth, she started crying. It was for some reason not working. Me again !! I tried to fix it. To be clear I just wanted to fix it, and I had no intentions to make it up to her for the tile episode. when she was not around, I operated on the doll and got some box out of the doll and opened it up. It had a rubber band attached to motor pulley and for some reason it was out of place, I FIXED IT YEAAAH !!. The doll started crying again O YEAAHHH !! but I could not close the box up, I had lost the screw slots were broken. I quickly tied it up rubber bands and shoved the box somehow into the doll. I waited for her to come back and then showed her the crying doll. She was happy now, and said "faru bhai tumko ko sab aata, tum life mein kuch bhi ban sakte doctor engineer". I managed to be an engineer and just may be I could have been a great doctor too. Now you see, how can I con people simply using 2 rubber bands. he he ha ha ha.