The mosquito

Well, I had last narrated a little bit about my "girlfriend". She was not the most beautiful person you have seen but the lack of good looks was more than made up by her effervescent nature. She would carry me around, sometimes on her hip and piggyback at other times. Her family members were not very happy to spot us together but thought it better to ignore both of us rather than risk the consequences of parting her from me-I could bawl the loudest and pitching stones was an art I mastered at an early age.
Actually, I was drawn to her because she was the only one who could insulate me from my landlady's granddaughter. This scrawny little girl- I happenned to meet her recently after a gap of thirty years and she is the still the ugly duckling who never grew up- was a pest. She was about the same age as I and would find new ways to torment me everyday. If I were to get the better of her, she would complain to her granny who would then yell at my mother to correct my behaviour. I remember once in an unprovoked act of vengence I quietly dipped her shoes in the sludge of the open sewage pipe running outside our house. She got to know of this only when she put her white sock clad toe into the shoe and there was a squelching sound- a silence-and then an earth shattering scream of cinderella being turned into a tramp on trying on a shoe. The landlady was very annoyed and gave a piece of mind to my mother who promptly locked me in the bedroom. I was released from my imprisonment about an hour later when my mother noticed that the radio placed in the bedroom (there was no TV in those days) was suddenly blaring a trifle too loudly for comfort. That was the day my mother came the closest to tanning my hide. Of course, I have seen the same expression fleetingly on the face of other people who have come in contact with me over the years.
Anyway, my "girlfriend" would always be around to defuse the situation and take me away to her house. Most of the time we would plot revenge on the "mosquito". Soon we shifted to a new house and the memories of the "girlfriend" and the "mosquito" became just that- memories.