Mamme and Bachha are two unfortunate souls whose window glasses keep betraying them every once in a while. I have this arbit habit of hitting on the walls and glasses, though i never do it hard , thus leading to no harmful consequences.
But this time it was the window of unfortunate soul mamme, i was playing the same way as always, but the glass was shattered into uncountable no. of fragments and my hand was on the other side of the window through the hole.
I had my share of punishment and learning from the incident with a nice deep cut, which didn’t bleed much owing to mamme and doodh’s spot treatment with cold water.