It was one of those clumsy days, when Harsh was determined not to go to school. Harsh, the five year young chubby nursery kid, hated to leave the comfort of his bed. School days were a punishment for him. Of course, holidays and Sundays were an exception. Harsh's mother, Rama tried to wake him up and took him outside where he could watch the pigeons flying and making a sound. "See beta, the sun is up and we should wake up".
But Harsh had caught another fancy that day. "I want 'Kacha Aam', mummy", he wailed, without being bothered about any of his mother's worries.
Harsh's grandmother, who generally managed to get him ready for school, was listening to the conversation. "Unripe mangoes do not come in winter, dear", she told Harsh assuringly. "We'll get some for you soon, when summer is around, Beta". But that did not appease Harsh.
Harsh was now wailing at the top of his voice, hot tears running down his cheeks.
"I saw the mango near the temple, You are very bad, all, all are bad. You do not listen to me".
"Childhood is such a nice time", you need not be troubled by looking at the clock. Let the boy have his day...!" grandmother said. Rama eventually gave in to her kid's request." "Come, let's go, tell me where you saw the unripe mango". In her mind, Rama was imagined a mango tree in the compound of the nearby temple, and a mango fruit laden beneath its leaves. For a moment, she was glad that her boy was insisting on going to the temple, even though it was only to see the unripe mango.
They all got into the car and Harsh drove her way to the nearby temple, where they often visited on the weekends. She held Niru's hands tightly and tried to figure where Harsh must have seen the 'unripe mango'. Now the suspense was growing darker.
"We need not go to the temple, Mama, let's go there near the shops....mother... I saw the unripe mango there", Harsh's words amazed Rama. Confused, she followed her child to the shop they had visited some days back. Now something lightened in her mind. "Oh, we saw those snack items and toffees in this shop the other day, and Harsh had been tempted to buy that Aam Papad!" she thought in her mind.
Aam papad had been Harsh's favorite confectionery since he was 3 years old. Now she understood, what her son had been asking for. Harsh grabbed the packed bundle of 'Aam Papad' and began to unwrap it. His eyes gleamed with delight as he did so.
"Wow...kacha aam is yummy!" His voice made Rama scream "Kachaa Aaam or Aam Papad"!!!
But Harsh had caught another fancy that day. "I want 'Kacha Aam', mummy", he wailed, without being bothered about any of his mother's worries.
Harsh's grandmother, who generally managed to get him ready for school, was listening to the conversation. "Unripe mangoes do not come in winter, dear", she told Harsh assuringly. "We'll get some for you soon, when summer is around, Beta". But that did not appease Harsh.
Harsh was now wailing at the top of his voice, hot tears running down his cheeks.
"I saw the mango near the temple, You are very bad, all, all are bad. You do not listen to me".
"Childhood is such a nice time", you need not be troubled by looking at the clock. Let the boy have his day...!" grandmother said. Rama eventually gave in to her kid's request." "Come, let's go, tell me where you saw the unripe mango". In her mind, Rama was imagined a mango tree in the compound of the nearby temple, and a mango fruit laden beneath its leaves. For a moment, she was glad that her boy was insisting on going to the temple, even though it was only to see the unripe mango.
They all got into the car and Harsh drove her way to the nearby temple, where they often visited on the weekends. She held Niru's hands tightly and tried to figure where Harsh must have seen the 'unripe mango'. Now the suspense was growing darker.
"We need not go to the temple, Mama, let's go there near the shops....mother... I saw the unripe mango there", Harsh's words amazed Rama. Confused, she followed her child to the shop they had visited some days back. Now something lightened in her mind. "Oh, we saw those snack items and toffees in this shop the other day, and Harsh had been tempted to buy that Aam Papad!" she thought in her mind.
Aam papad had been Harsh's favorite confectionery since he was 3 years old. Now she understood, what her son had been asking for. Harsh grabbed the packed bundle of 'Aam Papad' and began to unwrap it. His eyes gleamed with delight as he did so.
"Wow...kacha aam is yummy!" His voice made Rama scream "Kachaa Aaam or Aam Papad"!!!
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