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Party in the rain

 

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Umbrellas, open, strewn all over the living room halted Mama in her tracks.

She was confused. She had cleaned this room, hadn’t she?

Then she heard her ChumChum giggle, like bells in the wind and she wasn’t confused anymore.

She peeked inside the nearest umbrella, “What are you doing, little Miss?’

“This is my fort”, said ChumChum, “it’s where I hide from Rain?”

“You love the rain, why are you hiding from it?”

“Because Rain always pours when I’m not looking”, ChumChum said patiently, “and if Rain pours I can go out to play.”

Mama nodded. “Ok then, have fun.”

“No, you can’t go Mama. Come have soup with me.”

“This is delicious ChumChum”, said Mama taking a sip, ‘what’s in it?”

ChumChum rolled her eyes, “It’s just water, Mama”.

“It’s delicious water.”

Rain didn’t pour that afternoon. Mama and ChumChum didn’t notice. They were too busy shoring up ChumChum’s fort, building boats from super strong paper, drinking soup.

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Wise ChumChum

“When will I be big, Mama? When will I be big, Mama? When will I be big, Mama?”, ChumChum asked her Mama.

“You are big, Baby. You are 5 today.”

“No, I want to be old enough to drive Dada’s car.”

Mum had a bewildered look on her face. Where did that come from, she wondered.

ChumChum giggled. She explained patiently, “So I drive you to beach, Mama. And, we can go on a boat ride too. Mr. Snail can come with us. And SebastianShark!”

“So you want to go to the beach, eh? Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because I want to learn to drive the car, Mama!”

“Okay, but we’ll have to wait until it stops raining.”

ChumChum’s face fell. “But Mama, the beach is so much more fun when it’s raining. The sky looks like a beach too – the clouds are fluffy waves and there’s more water to play in. Oh, please, Mama. See, this is why I want to learn how to drive. So I don’t have to wait for you to take me where I want to go.”

Mama laughed and laughed. ChumChum didn’t understand what she’d said that was so funny, but it was nice when Mama laughed like this. In her secret heart, all ChumChum wished was to grow up to be like Mama. She’d never told Mama this – it was a secret wish, you see.

“Ok, ChumChum, let’s go. I’ll pack a picnic basket while you go get your raincoat and beach things. We’ll pick Dada up on the way”

“Yippee!” ChumChum yelled, as she ran off excitedly, all the time whispering to Mr. Snail about sand castles and giraffe shaped balloons and ice creams to be had.

So off they went. They built a huge castle for Mr. Snail and Dada told ChumChum a story of brave Mr. Snail, who climbed up a hill, swam a river on a tiny leaf, walked through the jungle, fought the mighty wind and conquered the kingdom of BeachLand. They had so much fun.

Sometime later as they lay on a rug under the cloudy skies, Mama turned to ChumChum and said, “I’m so glad we came. Thank you, sweetheart. You may not be old enough to drive, but you are the wisest of us all!”

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Baby Batty and Owleting

 

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Baby Batty was sad. His big sad eyes were moist, sparkling and reflected the brilliant moon. What a night it has turned out to be!

He’d wandered off to a human’s house, you see, and hadn’t been able to remember his way back home on the big tree. And as he rested his tired little wings on the window sill,  a human kid walked in. And oh so loud did she scream! All Baby Batty was doing was sitting on her window sill, peering out into the night, looking for his home. He’d done absolutely nothing to scare her. Hmph, he thought, almost falling off from the window as she ran out of her room. Batty heard her scream for her Mommy.

Baby Batty was sad that humans were scared of him. He never did anything to scare them and yet they ran away, screaming, almost running into walls, their hands in the air flailing around like they had seen a ghost! Well, at least he was home, safe.

Just then he heard some voices from lower down in the tree. He hadn’t heard that voice before. He knew a dog’s woof, a cat’s meow, a cow’s moo, even a human talking without a break on a small something attached to the ears (those humans are a weird lot he thought), but this was different.

“Mommy, Mommy!” Baby Batty flew to their branch,”I heard a new sound. Do you know what that is?”

Bigmama Bat swooped her shiny wings & turned. “Oh they are our new neighbors, Batty. They moved in late last night.”

“Are they bats? They don’t sound like bats.” Batty tipwinged and peered suspiciously over the branch.

“They are a hooting family of Mrs and Mr Owl and their little baby who is . They have asked us to tea. Do you want to come along?”, asked Bigmama Bat as she dusted her wings and spread the night glitter around.

“Ok” said Baby Batty and quickly wore his tiny little mittens.

As he watched BigmamaOwl pour his mama some tea he suddenly heard, “Hey, what is your name?”. All he could see were two bright, round, big, naughty eyes. Baby Batty was taken by surprise. Where did those eyes come from? He almost jumped out of his wings. Phew.

“My name is Batty. Who are you?”

“I am Owletling and this is my new doll”.

Owletling loved to make new friends. At their last hollowInTheTree home, she’d made friends with the tree and all the leaves and the butterflies and the bees. Even grouchy Mr. Bear was Owleting’s friend.

“Do you want to sit on the ledge and play with me?” Owletling’s big bright eyes were wide with anticipation. She did not wait for Baby Batty to say anything, just pulled him after her on to the ledge.

“Why are you sad, Batty?”
“How do you know I am sad?”
“Your eyes told me”
“Who taught you to read eyes?”
“The big tree taught me”
“What happened then?”
“Then one night the big tree shook very hard, like it had the fever. It moaned and groaned and fell down on the road. ”
“That’s very sad.”
“But why are you sad?”
“I frightened a human. And I didn’t have to so a thing. They always scream and run away when they see me. Am I a monster?”
“You are Batty. Battys are batty. They are not monsters. Only monsters can be monsters. The human needs glasses.”
“Even the one with glasses got scared one day.”
“They just need better glasses then, to see that everyone is different.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and they’ll never be able to fly. And you can. You don’t have to sit in a tin box to fly. Have you seen their tin boxes?”
“Yes, there are some in the sky!”
“And they wear pants!”
“You are so funny, Owletling.”
“Do you want a gummy bear?”
“Where did you get it from?”
“The bear who lived under the old tree made them for me. Its my new toy doll.”
“Lets go to the top branch of my tree. I’ll show you my favourite beach place!”

Baby Batty had made a friend. And he was never sad again. And the next time a human ran away from him scared, he’d laugh – because he didn’t need pants!

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ChumChum and Nana

shutterstock_69002632ChumChum and Nana sat on the swing, pushing it back and forth and all the while ChumChum talked about her school, and her friends, Adi, Tara and Mini. Nana’s pet dog Bruno slept with his head in ChumChum’s lap. She tickled him behind his ears, just to see them twitch in his sleep.

“You know Nana, the aeroplanebird is not a bird and it is not small either. When will I get to eat mangoes? Are those mangoes up there on the trees in your garden? Which bird is that? Your garden is so nice Nana. Can I water your plants tomorrow? I want to eat mangoes, Nana.” She chimed in one breath.

Nana laughed her tinkling laugh, “Do you want to walk with me and see the mango trees?”

Bruno sat straight and looked up at Nana. He was as happy as ChumChum to go to the garden. He grabbed his squeaky toy and ran after them on his stubby legs.

There was a hammock tied to two of the mango trees. Nana lay ChumChum on it and then lay down next to her. The sunlight streamed through the leaves and fell on to their faces. ChumChum raised her hand and moved it around to feel the warm rays play on her arm. She giggled “Nana, these sun rays are playing hide and seek with my arm”.

Nana raised her arm and pointed to the top of the tree “See there ChumChum, you see that green little thing? That is a baby mango.”

“But Nana, mangoes are yellow. My teacher showed us a picture.”

“Yes ChumChum, mangoes are yellow. But before they become yellow, they are green. And you know, the green ones are sour and not sweet like the yellow mangoes.”

“Sour like curd?”

“Umm, not like curd. Mango sour is a different sour. Like when you feel naughty and hide behind a chair and jump out in front of Mama and giggle. That giggle is sour. It tickles you.”

“I want to eat the sour mango, Nana, and laugh a naughty laugh.”

Now Nana had been hiding a mango in her satchel for just a time like this. She cut a small piece for ChumChum and herself. “Now we both will eat this after I count to three. Okay? One…two…three!”

ChumChum took a quick bite and the naughty mango tickled her teeth. She shut her eyes tight and squeaked. “NANA! The mango is so sour!”

Nana laughed, and ate her piece of mango and squeaked just like ChumChum.

“I want more Nana!”

Bruno looked up at them, wondered what the fuss was about and ran off to explore the garden. His favourite thing in the world to do.

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ChumChum and birthdays

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“ChumChum, tomorrow is my birthday.” Said Mama. “What are you giving me for a present?”

ChumChum stopped colouring her giraffe pink and gawked at Mama “Mama, it is your birthday, so you should give me a present.” She sagely shook her head as Mama giggled, and went back to her colouring.

ChumChum realized she did not know what a birthday was. She only knew that on her last birthday Mama baked her a cake, and called all her cousins and friends for a party. ChumChum loved parties. With her friends and cousins, she played with new toys and blew balloons and laughed and laughed when Dada put on a red nose and a paper hat. Of all her presents, she loved the small trumpet Mama and Dada had given her.

“Mama, what is a birthday?”

Mama pushed her lower lip out. Mama tapped her cheek with the index finger. Mama looked at the ceiling. Mama scratched her head. ChumChum liked to see Mama think. She did just what Mama did when ChumChum was thinking along with Mama.

Mama picked ChumChum up, sat her lap and said, “When you were not yet born, and were still in my tummy, you were a little bit ChumChum. Then you were born, and you were ChumChum. So we like to celebrate that day and call it your birthday. Every year on your birthday day, you become little more ChumChum. There is so much to celebrate because every year a little more ChumChum gets added to our little ChumChum.”

ChumChum chewing on her finger as she listened to Mama.

“So Mama, you become more Mama for me on your birthday?”

“Yes, I do.” Mama kissed ChumChum and gave her a big smile.

ChumChum rushed to her room, and brought five candies with her which she gave to Mama.

“What is this ChumChum?” Mama asked.

“You have been my Mama for all the birthdays I had. I had four birthdays. So you are four more Mamas added to the Mama you were when I was born. And one extra candy because it is your birthday!”

Mama smiled and gave ChumChum the tightest hug ever, so tight that ChumChum whooshed.

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ChumChum woke up

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ChumChum woke up and yawned. She stretched her arms wide and almost hit Dada with her tiny left fist. Oops, she thought.

Where are we? She looked around her. How could she have forgotten!? They were on the AEROPLANE-BIRD!

Dada smiled at her and opened his palm. There it was, her share of chocolate that the sweet lady was giving everyone. What a nice lady she is, Chumchum thought, to give everyone chocolates. Dada and mama and her and the other people sitting in the aeroplane-bird.

Mama gave her, her little backpack, “We’re almost there ChumChum.”

The aeroplane-bird landed with a ‘whooosh’, a ‘thud’ and then sped across the runway like a speed-racer and then slowed down.

When the doors opened, they got off the aerplane-bird, and walked along a long, long passage with other people and their suitcases on wheels. ChumChum had fun looking at suitcases big and small, and black and blue and green and red, and old and new. So many of them.

As they walked out of the airport, ChumChum saw them standing there – her Nana and Big Dada waiting for them. Big Dada was holding the red balloons he had promised her on the phone yesterday.

ChumChum ran to Nana and gave her the widest grin she had saved only for Nana. Big Dada picked her up, planted a long kiss on her forehead and asked “So ChumChum, where is hide and who is seek?”

ChumChum laughed and laughed, Oh Dada don’t you know. Hide I left with you, yesterday* when we met. And Seek is with Nana. I asked her to hide him for our next game”.

ChumChum saw Nana give her a big wink. They were going to have so much fun on the swing.

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Psst… For ChumChum, the past is yesterday, the future tomorrow.

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ChumChum and the Aeroplane

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Now, ChumChum had seen a plane only in her picture books or high up in the sky from her bedroom window. It seemed so very small up there in the sky. If she closed her left eye, she could almost catch one in her fingers. How did this one get so big? Was there a magic potion that would make it shrink when it flew?

ChumChum wondered how the aeroplane flew. She has learned in school that birds fly. Was an aeroplane a bird then? Was she going to sit on a bird with Mama and Dada and fly off to meet Grandma? She giggled at the thought of sitting on the back of a bird while it flew.

“What ChumChum?” asked Dada, when he saw her standing there sucking her thumb, looking lost and happy and giggly.

“Dada, do we sit inside the aeroplane-bird or on its back? Will there be a seat belt like in the car? May I keep Shark with me or will all these people get scared?” asked ChumChum all at once.

Dada laughed “We’ll be inside the aeroplane Miss and…”

“AEROPLANE-BIRD Dada. Only birds can fly!”

“Yes, yes. Aeroplane-bird. We’ll be sitting inside it. There are seat belts just like in the car and Mr Shark can stay with you. Do you want a window seat ChumChum?”

ChumChum squeaked with glee “YES! Mr. Shark, did you hear. We’ll sit at the window and look out and fly through the sky to Grandma”.

“I’m so happy” ChumChum cried as she set off on her newest adventure.

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ChumChum tells a story

It was ChumChum’s bedtime. She was all tucked up in bed watching Dada as he dug around for a story book.

“So tell me ChumChum, which story do you want to hear tonight?”

“I want an unbook story Dada.”

“What’s an un book story?”

“Silly Dada”,  said ChumChum, “it’s a story that’s not from a book.”

Dada scratched his head. He wasn’t good at make-believe. He was a grown up after all. But he was brave, Dada was, and he bravely asked Chumchum what story she wanted to hear.

ChumChum giggled, “Don’t be scared Dada. It’s ok. I’ll tell you a story.” And she began:

Onceuponatime there lived a shark. He was blue and big and his name was Drop. But though he was big, he was very, very young. He only went to nuh-suh-reey school like me. He was not allowed to play alone in the street. Drop loved to sit on the swing and flap his fins. He ate chocolates and cookies and played hide and seek with his Dada and tickle games with his Mama.”

One day Mama Shark told Drop, “It’s time you started Big Fishie school. You must learn to swim the Deep Blue Sea. And you must learn the names of all your dinner.” Drop was scared. He had never gone out alone anywhere. He had only been to Auntie Hammer’s house with Mama to meet his cousins. But they were all so big and brave. And they didn’t play with him because he was small. Drop always sat with Mama and Auntie Hammer as they knit mufflers and drank green tea.

“Mama”, he said, “I’m so little. What if nobody plays with me? They’ll laugh because I can’t swim so well. Please don’t make me go.”

Mama laughed, “I once was as small as you are now, Drop. School was scary for me too. There were other sharks my age and we were all scared. But it was also so much fun. I collected treasures – coloured shells and coral and sea anemones and rainbow fish. I played on swings and skipped rope and played catch. I made sand paintings and we sang songs of the sea, and sometimes when we were good, Ms. Yrtle Turtle, our teacher took us to scare humans. Oh, you’ll see IT IS SO MUC..

ChumChum heard a soft snore. Dada was fast asleep. ChumChum tucked him in properly and ran to Mama, “Hi-Five Mama. My story made Dada fall fast asleep.”

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ChumChum and the Snail

Chumchum sat in her little rocking chair, looking out the window. She was thinking up her ack-the-vee-tees for today. Should she cook a stew for her dolly or  take Cwockodile to the sea for a bath? She rocked her thinking chair back and forth, her head bobbing along. There were potted plants all around and the sky was quite cloudy.

Chumchum stopped; she thought she heard something. Oh, it was the sky rumbling again. Sky’s mama may not have fed the poor thing yet, she thought. And Sky will start crying soon. Sky rumbled again! Oh poor Sky, must be so, so, so hungry! She got up from her chair and peered up at the sky. “Hey Sky, would you like some jelly beans while your mama makes you lunch?”

As Chumchum dug around for the jelly beans in her pocket she saw something green and tiny move in one of the flower pots. She squinted. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right. She put her hands on her knees and bent down to take a closer look. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right, while holding on to her knees. She got down on her knees to get an even closer look. On her knees, she tilted her head first to the left, and then right. Suddenly, the green thing moved again!

ChumChum remembered seeing a picture of this little creature somewhere. It was in her school alphabet book. Off she ran to her room and came back with the book. She sat down cross legged on the floor, right in front of the pot, taking care to keep the green thing in sight. She looked into her book –  the first page, then the next, and next, and next. There it was, under S. She read aloud S-N-A-I-L. She mouthed the word out loud: Suh-na-ail. She had found a snail. It looked just like it did in the book. It had two tiny antenna on its head and a house on its back. It moved ever so slowly, pushing itself around with its house on its back.

“Mama! Look what I found! It Mister S-N-A-I-L! He has come visiting me from the book.”

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ChumChum rides the bus


ChumChum woke up that morning. It was a Sunday, a day off from school and also a day for roaming!

Dada gave ChumChum a bath while Mama packed her favourite sammich and water bottle. Dada was taking ChumChum to the park.

She held Dada’s hand and walked at his side. Sometimes hopping over stones, sometimes calling out to the busy pigeons pecking at grain.

Just as they turned the corner, she saw a magnificent sight. It was a pretty red bus. Not just any bus. This bus had a first floor too. She craned her neck to see what was inside in it. ChumChum imagined a spirally staircase inside that one would have to climb up to reach the top.

Dada saw ChumChum had stopped walking and was looking at the bus. He asked, “Do you want to go on a ride?”

ChumChum broke into a big smile and nodded with glee. Suddenly she saw the balloon seller walk past. “May I have a red balloon, please Dada?”, ChumChum asked with her most winning smile.

Red balloon clutched firmly in hand, ChumChum almost ran towards the bus. Dada had to hold her hand tight. He helped her to climb aboard the bus and guess what – there actually was a spirally staircase inside.

ChumChum and Dada climbed up the stairs to the top floor, counting each step loudly. They sat at the seat right up front, an open window in front of them. ChumChum tiptoed and peeped out. There was no driver and then the bus started to move. They saw many buildings whiz past and trees and branches too.

“We are on a magic carpet bus Dada!”, said little ChumChum.

Red balloon and Dada along with her, ChumChum had her first ever first-floor bus ride.

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