The little one definitely looked better when I got home on Wednesday.
Those hardcore antibiotics seem to have had an effect. As a friend of mine said, the bugs here are hardcore and have built up a strong immunity to the regular stuff. You need hardcore treatment for them.
It was nice to hear her voice again, but a little surprise for the first words to be tum chup ho jaao (You keep quiet please). Didn't realise I was talking too much over these last few days. Thanks for letting me know, little angel.
It is interesting to see Hindi become her primary language. Suddenly, she is making entire conversations in the language - without struggling for words or phrases.
Just a week ago, she wanted to know to what chippee sadan (hidden tooth decay) meant. A toothpaste commercial had a young kid being lectured on dental hygiene and how that particular brand was best at it.
The arrival of DTH television has opened her to a world of possibilities. Suddenly, she knows all about McDonalds, Crax, Maggi, Cadburys, Alpenliebe and other such things.
Lelly Kelly Shoe, Peppa Helicopter or Play-Doh no longer interest her. McDonald's Happy Meal, Maggi Masala and Crax Corn Puffs are more thing now.
Thankfully, she has rediscovered Cbeebies which, fortunately, doesn't attract much commercial advertising. But local heroes like Tenali Rama, Chhota Bheem and Krishna and perennial favourites like Scooby Doo and Tom & Jerry attract her attention too. They are on channels like Nick, Disney and Pogo, which attract the heaviest of advertising.
She is also hearing lot more Hindi around her. During the illness, something clicked - almost as if the Hindi switch got turned on. Humko doctor ke pass nahin jaana hai. Humko dawa nahin khaani hai. Yeh kharaab hai (I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't like the medicine. It is bad).
Soon, it was Humne dawaayee kha lee. Thodi kadvee thee, par humne kha lee. Humne daal bhee khaayee (I had my medicine. It was a bit bitter, but I had it. I had lentils too).
Along the way, she has also picked up hum tumko maarenge (I'll hit you) or hum tumko bund kar denge (I'l lock you). But then, you can't be selective about a language. It is made of both good and bad elements - the judgement on which elements to use comes later in life.
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