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A quick tale 107

One morning in January

You have to pee. And the teacher looks forbidding. So you slip out when she has her back turned to the class. The watchman at the gate is busy savouring the day's first bidi with his eyes closed that he barely notices you scrambling out of the school. It should be easy tracing your route back home. Or so you think. You've noticed things on your way to school each morning. There's the green tree with pink flowers, the lamp post with a donkey tied to it, the fishmongers with stalls of dried fish laid out, Nimmy's house, Pillayar temple, green tree with yellow flowers and then it should be home. You quickly shuffle past the landmarks one by one.

You see your house at a distance. You break into a run. This is it. You cannot hold on any longer. There. Another few steps. A second more. You've reached home. You run inside pushing past your mother. Sadly, you'll have to change your skirt. But that doesn't matter, you're home now. Mother's full of questions. Did you come home alone? Didn't they see you leaving? Is there no toilet at school? And then she grabs you, hugs you, kisses you and starts to cry. What if you had been run over by a car? Or a lorry? The way they drive! Oh my god! My child! What would have happened to you? She's practically wailing now. And you don't understand what the fuss is all about. It's not like you're a baby. You're nearly four.

Comments

shammi said…
:) If this was you, yikes!
Karthik said…
He hee .. Suppose the teacher turned back, she would have shouted - Oh Shit :) .. Nice story aneeway !!
Anonymous said…
That was too cute a story!!
S said…
the emotions of the mother is so true and justified!
Anonymous said…
the teacher looked forbidding

and i slowly went below the bench and peed. We used to have sand below our feet and asbestos above our head

the pee soaked the sand before it touched my neighbour's shoes

but the guy on my left guessed/saw it and reported

really
Ambimama said…
Better than Chase fiction!! Nicely written.
ambimama at ambimama.com
anthony said…
you been tagged.

This is the bachelor cooking guy
welcome back!

u did this?
Anonymous said…
hee...hee
?! said…
:)

Back on track.
Rubic_Cube said…
last line punch!!!
am a father of a 5 month old daughter and can imagine how it would be like for the mother! wonderful...
Anonymous said…
simply brilliant!!! have no other way to describe it...
Shankar said…
Such a sweet and adorable story - reminds me of what I did, when I was of a similar age :) But in my case, it was the Father that was worried sick.
Mahadevan said…
Excellent post. Many of us may have had similar experience.
'The teacher looked forbidding' -what an apt expression! 'You are no longer a baby. You are nearly four' that sums up the whole thing.

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