Tooth Tales !
Read this blog of mine as the continuation of the previous blog, in which I wrote about my havoc teeth and its caring rituals. I don’t know if you all remember the time when you lost your first birth tooth. I still vividly remember that. This was one of our first childhood incidents which was the progression towards the adulthood. For a long time I had this first loose tooth and in spite of all kind of assurance of a new tooth coming back, I was not ready to let go this tooth. My mother would sit me down on her lap and tell me all kinds of stories, every kind of temptation and then digressing, and distracting my sole attention from that tooth, she would gently touch it. But I was smart enough, as soon as I would feel even a wee bit of force; I would hold her hand and won’t let her do what she intended. But as naughty kid I was once while playing it came off just like a popcorn. It bled for 1 minute and then every thing was copasetic. That was the first window in my mouth. After...