Albums that kill!

Some people think that everybody is interested in their pics. Right from when they first dirtied a diaper, to when they first thought of killing an ant. So, when you go to their place even for five minutes, they make you sit on the sofa 'come-fort-numbly'. And goes inside. When they come back, you cant see their face. It will be hidden by a stack. A stack of albums.
And then, they settle down right next to you on the sofa and dump the stack on your lap. And they wont let you go till you finish leafing through each AND every pic. And describe without fail

• why each face has that particular expression
• where and when and why and how it was taken
• what happened right after the pic was taken.
• why that particular pic should be made 'the photo of the week' by every newspaper in town.

By the end of the stack, you will be tired of seeing all their maama maamis and chacha chaachis, cousins twice removed - whom honestly, I think, if you consider them your relatives, you should be shot -... And will be well knowledgeable of their family tree, history and geography of some by then.

And now, it has become worse. They have mobiles with cams! So, a cousin of their smiles, click. It walks, click!

So, all the more pics for you to see!

And once you are done with it and mentally thank god it is over, you already know that next visit, they will dump the stack again on your lap. A bigger one probably! And you decide you are never going back, already knowing you will have to break that promise to self sooner than you realize!