With ridicule laugh I rhythmically added “shame, shame, puppy shame”. Unbearably, she mimicked crying, stamping her legs alternatively. Against the unbeatable girls weapon, impending tears, I surrendered and so I covered my eyes with hands. That left her enough time to run back to the bedroom.
Yup, that’s Madhu my next door kiddo and that day was her fourth birthday. Fully dressed she came running, pounced on me and I have to hold her. With her utmost trust she gave a punch on my chest (punishment!), for which I mocked as if I suffered a lavish pain. Discontented with that, childishly she told, “Kutti Anna, I’ll not give you birthday cake” and shouted to her mother who was in the kitchen “mummy, u should not give cake to Kutti Anna”
She checked all my pockets, disappointed on finding nothing; she asked me, “why na, hadn’t you bought me any gift” with her saddened face, out of failed expectation.
Since my conscience told me “Hey, that’s too much for fun”, I took out a toy gun-set I kept hidden behind my back. On seeing it, she sprang out soulfully with an unbearable joy. For that moment of her child delight we can pay anything. Jubilantly she grabbed it from me and checked what it was. Satisfied. With an apologetic care, she creased my chest where she punched and told a stretchy childish “Sorry………”. Then she ran to her mom to show it, out of excitement.
Towards the eve of that day, settled after the birthday party, we both were playing with the toy gun. Though I insisted not to, she kept aiming the gun at to my face. Thankfully I was swifter than the bullet, so I escaped it each time. Since I had tough to wear patience with her and a heart disapproving to scold her on birthday, I just let her as she pleased, ignoring the slender risk involved.
But her father who was sitting beside to us, got annoyed on what she was doing. Sniffing my feel, he pitched in. In a stringent loud pitch, “Madhu, enough of that stupid game, behave like a grown girl” said he, such that she won’t dare to disobey.
Suddenly all the bliss stacked in her face drained off. She dropped off the gun, went to the TV and sat in front of it, aimlessly focusing it. That signaled her injured feel. Sharing a partial blame I felt bad. With that, I was in no mood to stick around there. After a brief chat with her father I decided to leave to my home. When I called her to say bye, she was stone in response. Irked with it, her father came till the door to send off me, continuing his accusing comments on her.
At that moment, sensing that her father is facing the door and not her, she swiftly turned to me and hastily gestured “My papa is always like this, come tomorrow we’ll play” along with a energetic “bye bye” and turned to TV, as if nothing happened, before her father looked her on his way back. I went to home with a smile left in my lips.
cheers,
deepak p
Did I managed a smile in your lips? If so leme kno, that will bring a big smile in mine.
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