Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Whose is it, anyway...

A pair of big, eager black eyes looked in through the door that was left ajar by the countless, nameless children running in and out.

I recognised the little one, not yet three years old, and went to him. "Yes, baby? Do you want to come in and play?"
He nodded eagerly, though unsure of how I would react.

I opened the door wide and he came in, looking around, his eyes skimming over the scattered toys on the floor. I watched as he walked around the house, evidently searching for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked gently.
"Oh, the car is broken, baby; if you ride it, you may fall." A child who played with Munnu's old ride-on car had fallen from it, so I had kept it away.

The little one looked blankly up at me, apparently not comprehending.
"Shall we look among the other toys and find something else?" I suggested.

"Mixer?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, the concrete-mixer? Sure, let's find it," said I, and we started rummaging Munnu's toy basket.
The search for the Mixer was futile. I hated to disappoint the little one, again.

I asked, "Can I give you a little toy car?" I knew from his Mom about his craze for cars.
"No," he said and continued his quest. I looked around for something to interest him.

After a while, he came to me and asked, "Small car?"
"Oh, sure," I said, pleased that there was something I could give him.

He was about to leave the house with the little car I gave him, when he turned around suddenly and asked, "Whose house is this?"


  1. Really, an innocent way of ending. Love the simplicity of the kid and manner of presentation.


  2. So cute.... Hats off to you for capturing such naunces. *bows*