Today, I remembered my pet tortoises from childhood - Toto 1 and Toto 2.
Toto 1 lived in a tub of water and ate boiled rice. I said bye to him in April before being packed off off to Goa for my summer hols. When I returned to Bombay in early June, there he was still frolicking in his tub, eating his boiled rice. A few days later, Daddy told me that Toto had died while I was away and the one in the old tub was actually a new tortoise. I still hadn't grasped the concept of death at the time so I just said okay and continued calling him Toto because I didn't want to confuse him (I think).
And that's the story of the two Totos.
Toto 1 lived in a tub of water and ate boiled rice. I said bye to him in April before being packed off off to Goa for my summer hols. When I returned to Bombay in early June, there he was still frolicking in his tub, eating his boiled rice. A few days later, Daddy told me that Toto had died while I was away and the one in the old tub was actually a new tortoise. I still hadn't grasped the concept of death at the time so I just said okay and continued calling him Toto because I didn't want to confuse him (I think).
And that's the story of the two Totos.
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