Originally submitted in http://www.thecolorsofmysoul.com/2013/06/little-delights/
“SWISH”
“BOOM”
“KABOOM”
The sights and sounds welcomed him. Riding back in to homeland, after good long years in another country, his head automatically turned skywards, admiring the vibrant display of fireworks. He was really back home.
A little boy was running, chased by his mother, a cup in her hands. He ran quick and hid behind his grandpa and then behind the curtains. He ran and hid wherever he could; dodging his mother’s every move. But mother’s are always smarter than their little brats and in one smooth action landed a dollop of oil on his dark curly hair. He accepted defeat and surrendered to the Oil bath.
A 5 year old, cherub faced kid, with curly hair, still wet and gleaming from his hot shower, stepped out in a towel. His parents stood waiting with eager smiles on their face, holding treats for him. Sweets, new dress and a bag full of CRACKERS. He jumped with joy.
The car had come to a halt and his luggage unloaded from the boot. He had not realised that he had slipped in to deeper thoughts. There was a sudden “BOOM” followed by a shower of paper shreds. He looked up and felt the glory of a grand welcome. It was not for him though, just some kids in the neighbourhood having their share of fun. It was after all the time for bursting crackers. The only time of the year when all you get to do is eat sweets and burst crackers. There was another loud noise and this time a coconut shell lay in pieces. Kids and their pranks never change whatever the generation.
The door was closed; his home, his heaven and he had expected this. No one knew he was coming. He had been away long and his parents had started asking him about his long due visit home. He rang the bell. It was just a matter of a few minutes now. But it wasn’t. He nervously rang the bell again.
“SPLOCH” a hand landed on his head. Surprised he made a turn. Mothers are always smarter than their kids. Somehow they had caught wind of his plans and there she was already slathering oil on his curly hair. His father stood behind laughing, holding a familiar looking package. Sweets, new clothes and a bag full of CRACKERS. They swished, boomed and kaboomed. He lost track of the many years gone by.
Coming home on Diwali was the best thing he had done in quiet a long time. “Next Diwali shall be a wedding Diwali”, chimed his mother. She was definitely smarter than him.
“SWISH”
“BOOM”
“KABOOM”
The sights and sounds welcomed him. Riding back in to homeland, after good long years in another country, his head automatically turned skywards, admiring the vibrant display of fireworks. He was really back home.
A little boy was running, chased by his mother, a cup in her hands. He ran quick and hid behind his grandpa and then behind the curtains. He ran and hid wherever he could; dodging his mother’s every move. But mother’s are always smarter than their little brats and in one smooth action landed a dollop of oil on his dark curly hair. He accepted defeat and surrendered to the Oil bath.
A 5 year old, cherub faced kid, with curly hair, still wet and gleaming from his hot shower, stepped out in a towel. His parents stood waiting with eager smiles on their face, holding treats for him. Sweets, new dress and a bag full of CRACKERS. He jumped with joy.
The car had come to a halt and his luggage unloaded from the boot. He had not realised that he had slipped in to deeper thoughts. There was a sudden “BOOM” followed by a shower of paper shreds. He looked up and felt the glory of a grand welcome. It was not for him though, just some kids in the neighbourhood having their share of fun. It was after all the time for bursting crackers. The only time of the year when all you get to do is eat sweets and burst crackers. There was another loud noise and this time a coconut shell lay in pieces. Kids and their pranks never change whatever the generation.
The door was closed; his home, his heaven and he had expected this. No one knew he was coming. He had been away long and his parents had started asking him about his long due visit home. He rang the bell. It was just a matter of a few minutes now. But it wasn’t. He nervously rang the bell again.
“SPLOCH” a hand landed on his head. Surprised he made a turn. Mothers are always smarter than their kids. Somehow they had caught wind of his plans and there she was already slathering oil on his curly hair. His father stood behind laughing, holding a familiar looking package. Sweets, new clothes and a bag full of CRACKERS. They swished, boomed and kaboomed. He lost track of the many years gone by.
Coming home on Diwali was the best thing he had done in quiet a long time. “Next Diwali shall be a wedding Diwali”, chimed his mother. She was definitely smarter than him.
nicely written :) everyone living abroad can relate tot his
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