Little Boys and Littler Girls

Once upon a time (to be more specific, this evening!), a little boy and a slightly littler girl were waiting for their respective parents to finish their work at photo studio.

The two kids started trying to communicate with each other. This is how.

Boy: Leans back on wall, hands tucked into pockets, stares at girl

Girl: Fiddles with her little Dupatta, smiles shyly at the boy

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In a few minutes, Boy becomes bolder, walks upto Girl. Girl smiles, touches him on cheek. Boy did not expect this, hurries to hide behind his Mommy.

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Boy asks (booming voice): ‘Why is she touching me?’

Mummy (embarassed): ‘No she isn’t touching you!’

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Boy: ‘Oh yes, she IS. Why is she doing it?‘

Mummy (exasperated): ‘Er, because she thinks you are her friend’

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Boy (does not look very convinced): ‘Is it because I am a Handsome Boy?’

Mummy: (Searches for place to hide her face)

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A few minutes later, Girl prepares to leave with her dad. Turns back to give that final look, before she walks out through that door!

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Boy (looking sad) – Turns to Mummy and asks: ‘Where is she going?’

Mummy (with a sigh of relief): ‘She’s going home’

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Boy (looking perplexed): ‘But, Is she not going to marry me????’

Mummy: Aaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

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………And to think the Boy is not even 4 years old !!!! Sigh!!!!!!!! ………

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EDITED TO ADD (2-Sep-10):

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This morning….

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Mummy (asks teasingly): The girl didn’t marry you, huh?

Boy (rewinds to last night): Hmmm, no, she didn’t!

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Mummy (being mean): Why???

Boy (unflinching): She changed her mind! She thought I was a rose-bush!!!

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Mummy (explains patiently): ‘You can marry ONLY when you are 30 and not 4, GOT IT?????’

Blushing Boy: Nods, smiles, and casually mentions Princess Jasmine!!!

??!!!!*****@@///!!!!%%%@@@??!!!!!!!!!!!

The Ghost

She would sit hunched,
Every night.
Ever watchful
Of Ghosts
Lurking behind shadows.

Waiting patiently,
Every night.
Adamantly keeping open
Drooping, heavy eyelids,
Ears tuned to whispers from the unknown.

She would fall into an abyss
Some nights,
Of sleep, so overpowering
He would then appear
In her dreams.

Caressing her gently
At night…
His touch, cool and tender
on her hot forehead.
But when she awoke, startled

She would find darkness
Every night!
And then she would wish for
An apparition, even frightful
Of the ghost of her lover!

For ghosts,
Were more tangible
Than dreams.

 

(Girls/Guys, you know that I know a sh*t about poetry..but I attempted this on some sudden …ahem.. inspiration. Please let me know, HONESTLY, what you think? Does it seem, even from a distance, something like a poem?… Thankidou!)

First love (55-er)

They gathered around, roaring with laughter. She flushed, as the tyre went flat when she mounted the bike. “Not my fault!!” They guffawed louder. As they wiped their tears, she spotted him. Watching disapprovingly. His thick crop of hair waved above the deepening furrows on his forehead.

She would be in love with him, forever.

 

(Shortlisted as a finalist for a Sulekha EYC contest. This is what the judges had to say:“…captured everything in such a neat and small package”)