Locks and this and that

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Prabhu's lock story reminded me of something: He talks about being locked out of the flat.
Well, I pulled a feat of sorts as child. I locked myself inside a cupbooard. Amma still gets nightmares when she recounts the story. I was no different as a child, as chubby as ever, so I was hard to miss. But that day, the whole house was busy in packing up and all that (we were leaving the home), and they probably thought I was out there somewhere eating mud (I love mud...the smell after the rains..the taste!!..ok sorry for taking that detour!) or probably babbling away to glory at someone's home.
After a half an hour or so, when Tatha (my grandfather) came from outside, he enquired for me. Noone knew anything, and the usual "Deepu must have gone here, or to that's one place or there" conversation ensued..back to packing up..
1 hour: they packing, me blissfully inside...don't ask me how i survived...i was sleeping i think..the cupboard kept in amma's room was supposed to be moved..so tatha came in and started moving it..and it kinnda toppled...but rested half-way leaning on the the bed's headboard....no i did not scream..or shout...tatha heard a clanging sound...and the cupboard was supposed to be empty. Amma said she was sure nothing was inside...but tatha persisted...So finally: Dad and he made the cupboard stand straight...opened the door and voila! urs truely...scratching her head..waking up....not aware of what happened...and a very angry thata screaming..u people u almost killed her.........!!
Amma hyperventilated for a while..dad checked for injuries...no bumps on the head or anywhere...everything went back to normal.
So....I lived to tell the tale
PS: me thinks, Dad should have taken that extra effort and got my head checked up then. As most of my friends would vouch...I am completely whacked up..and moreover..everytime I feel like withdrawing....I usually find my way into a cupboard....{and YES, the cupboard withstands my weight:)}!!mental scars...never heal I say!!!...he he!!!