Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

pleasant

Pintu was alone walking back to his home, singing a song in his mellow voice, swinging his water bottle to the rhythm of the song. He jumped and stopped whenever there was pause in the song. It was a nice evening. The road was wetted by the rain. Breeze of the stopped rain was still in the air. Those were some of the unconscious reason for his happiness. The real reason for his happiness is he don't have any homework that day, and no class test scheduled for the day next.

When he reached home, went running to his mother in kitchen and hugged her from back. The smell of his mother made feel warm, he always loved that. Even before she turned, her hands quickly probed through her kid's head, hands and back. Sensing they aren't wet her worry of would her kid get caught in the rain got lifted away. As she turned back, for her lips to reach her kid's cheeks, who was just her waist high she grounded her knees.

He happily announced that he doesn't have homework. After giving him a "wow, that's great", with a helpless authoritative tone, "Again, you had left the shoes in the floor, and not in its shelves". With a 'sorry mom', he ran back to fix the complaint. She walked into his room to leave his school bag. There, she quickly confirmed there were no traces of torn pages in his school diary, one of his old pranks to escape homework.

After munching some snacks and milk, he ran out to play with his dog. Before his mom realized and stepped out to warn him, his shirt and shorts had rain-mud footprints of his dog. She just smiled at that sight and enjoyed the scene of her kid joyfully playing with his dog.

The dog which was running to pick a ball he through, stopped all in a sudden at a place, started barking looking at the ground and smiled through his waving tail. Pintu ran to see what was it. Reaching the place, out of joy he started jumping and shouting to call his mother. She came running to the place. It was a seed that just emitted from the earths womb as a thin stem. The stem was crowned by a half open leaf, guarded by symmetrically placed pair of leaves, all in warm green. Its out of Pintu's first seed, so it is special.

The new born was put into a container to protect it from heavy rain and the container was left in the portico.

Next morning Pintu came running to the portico, as soon as he got out of bed, to see if the crowning leaf had opened fully. His mother didn't heard him for some moments, except the harsh barking of their dog from its cage. She walked to portico to find her kid standing there frozen. Standing right behind her kid she witnessed that the container was lying there turned upside down. The last night's heavy rain had even washed away all the sand without any traces around the container. Her hands ran thought his left shoulders and gently pressed his chest against her legs. He turned and hugged her legs. She quickly went to her knees and held his face, wiped the running tears and put it his head on her left shoulder and hugged him. She didn't know what words would console him.

"Hey, don't breakdown my baby, lets check it'll be lying somewhere here, it's not easy to take loved ones away from us", with those words she parted him and walked around the portico searching for it. And to clear a strong doubt she turned the container, gosh! the plant was there like a puppy caught in a bunker. She turned and smiled at him. He walked to her, held her face and gave her a heavy kiss on her cheek.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Kutti Anna” means “chota bhaiyya

She was naked except the underpants. She came running out of bedroom without knowing I was sitting in the hall. On espying me she froze, a moment later she ran to the nearest curtain and covered her with it. Though she demanded I refused to close my eyes.

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.