“I need money Mumma.” Hama-Guri said, a little impatiently.
“I have heard that quite a few times since morning, dear. But you have not told me why.”
His mother knew that her child had his reasons. But she wanted to know what it was. In fact, she did not mind giving him a little pocket money when he helped her with some chore in the house. But this sudden demand of his for money that he wanted to take to school sounded a little fishy.
“I can’t tell you Mumma.” Hama replied, just before he put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
She looked at him surprised. He had never said such a thing before. Why was he hiding? Rather, what was he hiding?
“Have you picked enough?” Hama-Guri called out to his best friend Ma-Door.
“Ya. I think this much should do.” Ma-Door replied back. Then went running towards Hama-Guri. “I’m coming.”
But five minutes later he didn’t turn up. Instead Hama heard a loud thud from where his friend was picking berries. He ran. A little worried. When he reached the place he found his friend sitting on the ground, his left leg awkwardly placed. Read more… →
“What happened?” Hama-Guri came and sat beside a new face who sat looking at the blue sky. He had seen him sitting like that for more than ten days now. Every day he used to think that he would come and ask but break time used to get over so quickly that he never got the chance. And he was not in his section so Hama never saw him otherwise.
About the Contributor: He is an advocate working with the Supreme Court of India. He likes writing poetry or blogging about various legal matters when he is not working. He loves children and think that they ask smarter questions than judges! “Convincing a kid is more difficult than getting an order from the court,” he says.
Children are full of questions. Sometimes they do not know and hence they ask. And sometimes the adults are not particularly good at answering – hence begging more questions. Read more… →
When mum saw him, she called him “What are you doing there Hama?” “Umm…” Hama-Guri stood at the door and smiled sheepishly as he saw dad giving mumma a kiss. Ma-Door, his information encyclopaedia, had already told him about Valentine’s Day. “Nothing…”
Mumma laughed and went over to him and picked him up and gave him a big hug. And then it was father’s turn.
“Oh you two leave me alone!” He squealed and giggled. “I’m a big boy now!”
“But today we celebrate love.” Said his parents together.
“But I can’t sleep without the lights” Ma-Door wailed.
“But why? These lights get in my eyes. I need darkness before sleep,” replied Hama-Guri. He was getting a little irritated with his friend. But they were best of friends. So he was trying his best to explain that darkness is not something to be afraid of. Especially when today was Ma-Door’s first sleep over at his house. But the past half an hour had yielded no result. And he was feeling very sleepy. “Try Ma-Door! Don’t be such a baby.” He said in a coaxing voice. Read more… →
Hama-Guri climbed out of bed with the smell of fresh pancakes and cheese scrambled eggs drifting into the room. It was a bright winter Sunday morning. He smiled. Today would be a fun day. He had already got his bag pack ready the previous night. Now he just had to wait for Maa-Door, his best friend and neighbour, to arrive and they could set off for their squirrel spotting trip to the jungle.
“Hama-Guri are you up yet?” His mother screamed from floor below. “Breakfast’s ready and Maa-Door is also here.”
“I’m coming.” He darted into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. A few mug full of water poured on his body and his bath was done. He smiled – the soaping and the shampooing could be done some other time. After ten minutes he was out of his room dressed in a pair of jeans and his favourite red t-shirt. He hated putting on the sweaters, jackets, caps, mufflers and gloves. But he knew his mother wouldn’t let him step out of the house without it. So, very reluctantly, those had gone onto form a part of his attire as well. Read more… →