“But, Mumma, I want to eat it!”
Hama-Guri’s mother was reaching her point of exasperation. Her son was, in general, a thinking and an understanding boy. So, seeing him demand all kinds of junk food for the past few weeks and having a melt down when she did not succumb to it, was both worrying and irritating for her.
Getting a grip over her temper, she cleared her throat and tried to explain to him yet again. “I know Hama that those burgers look yummy but you cannot have them so often. I did allow you to have it a week ago.”
“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?
“Mumma a new boy has joined our class today.” Hama said as he sat down for lunch. “But he’s ugly!”
“Hama!” His father said a little sternly. “Who’s taught you to speak like that?” Read more…
“And that’s the story of ‘The Little Mermaid’.'” Mumma said closing the book. “Now you go to bed kiddo.”
She tucked Ham-Guri in bed, kissed him good night.
“Good night Mumma.” Hama said sleepily. But still tightly holding onto the sea horse soft toy his granny had given to him earlier today. “I love you.”
“I love you too baby.” She said. Then switched off the lights and silently closed the door behind her.
“Hey who are you? And what are you doing here?” Said a tiny rainbow coloured fish. Read more…
“Yes Mumma, I know it is 2pm. You taught me how to read the clock last year.” Hama-Guri said as he continued to construct his ship with the Lego pieces.
“It’s lunch time Hama. Stop playing now.” Mumma said standing by his room’s door. Pretty annoyed. The closer he was inching his way towards seven, he was becoming a little stubborn.
“Half an hour Mumma.” Hama said not even looking up to see his mother’s face.
“Fine. I will wait for you for ten minutes and then put all the food away.” She turned around and walked downstairs. Read more…
“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…
“Mumma, Ma-Door gets pocket money every week.” Hama said sitting on his bunk bed.
“Hmm.” Mumma replied as she continued to pick up his toys. “But why do you need pocket money? We are there when you need something.”
“But…Mumma…Ma-Door…” Hama scratched his head. What his mother had just said was true. He didn’t really need the pocket money. And yet, it would have been good if he did. Read more…
“Digits of pi is a number that measures the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. It doesn’t have an ending. So it is an irrational number.” Mumma said as she fluffed up the cushions on the sofas.
“No mum I don’t understand pi. And I don’t know irra…tion..al.” Hama-Guri was completely not amused at his mother’s interest at explaining what pi was. She had been trying for the past half an hour and he had understood nothing. Oh god! Why did she sometimes forget that he was just six? “I just know pie. And all your pi talk makes me want to eat your yummy berry pie.”
“We can do that too.” Mumma said. “But can we do something with that?”
“No we can’t!” Hama screamed. “All I will do is to eat it.”
Mumma shook her head and went into the kitchen. Maybe he was right. Explaining digits of pi to a six year old had probably been stupidity. So, instead, she got herself busy with lunch. And preparing that berry pie for the little one who had tried to understand 3.14 and why it was a never ending number!
“Good morning Mumma!” Hama said as he sleepily walked down from the stairs.
“Good morning kiddo. Get down here quick. We are going to get ourselves really dirty today.”
“Huh?” Hama let out a startled sound. “Dirty?”
Mumma laughed. “Do you know what day today is?”
The little one shook his head.
“Today is plant a flower day. And thankfully it’s a Sunday. So let’s do some planting flowers and plants today and have some fun!” Read more…
“Mumma Cleo said he is fasting for Lent. What is Lent? ” Hama said keeping his bag on the table and sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs. “He refused to have ice cream with us at school today.”
Cleo was a few years senior to Hama, a fourth grader. But a very good friend at school. He was a tall lanky fellow and a very good basketball player. Common interest in the sport had brought them close.
“Hama you remember buying an Easter egg last year?” Mumma said as she set the table for lunch.
“Well, these days before Easter is called Lent. And during this time Christians, like Cleo, fast.”