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Kuchu and the Wobble Gang


“Yelp, yelp.” It was Sunday morning, and Kuchu was trying to sleep a bit more. But the constant yelping was not helping. So Kuchu reluctantly lifted his head from the blanket and could see slightly messed up ball of fur outside the window. Kuchu being Kuchu, there was nothing that could contain his curiosity. So he got up and put on his glasses – and discovered that the huddle of fur was actually four puppies sleeping, or trying to sleep over each other, while yelping away to glory. “Where could their mumma be?” Kuchu thought.

It had rained the night before, but this Sunday morning sunny with an extra dose of honey. Going outside – Kuchu noticed that the puppies were hardly a few days old and the huddle was their defense mechanism, against any rabid stray or any evil creature that might want to have too close a look at them. But as Kuchu approached them, one of them, wobbled across and started sniffing his blue slippers. Encouraged by this, his siblings also joined him with tails wagging. Kuchu forgot all about sleeping and got into playmate mode with the Wobble Gang – as he named them.

An hour passed like this. Kuchu’s mother had given up hope for him turning up for breakfast. But there was still hope for lunch, she thought. And in a few minutes, a whitish brown canine appeared in the garden, and started giving threatening looks to Kuchu. “So she’s here finally” sighed our poor Kuchu as he let them go from his lap and on to where they truly belonged. And as he started walking back, he turned round once, and he was sure he could see the slipper sniffer wink at him once. He smiled and entered home.

By The Humerus

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Kuchu and the Sparrow


“Chirp, chirp” Kuchu was getting ready for school. “Chirp, chirp, tweet tweet tweet” Kuchu wore one sock, and went to the window. There it was. “Chirp chirp chirp”. “Is she hungry? Is she not well? Why is she so restless today?” Kuchu thought to himself. Kuchu filled up some water from his school water bottle in a bowl and placed it at the window sill. The bird stopped chirping for a while and took some sips from the bowl. “Why are you so active today? What happened? Anything special” Kuchu asked. “Chirp chirp, don’t you know I’m the Sparrow?” she replied. “Oh yes, I do know you are a sparrow, but why are you chirping so much today?” “I am not just any sparrow, I am THE Sparrow! Chirp chirp chirp”

Kuchu was scratching his head to understand what being The Sparrow meant. “You didn’t understand what I meant, did ya, little boy?” she asked. “No,” Kuchu mumbled. “Ok, let me explain” and she settled down on the sill, puffing up her feathers a bit. “How many legs do you have?” she asked him. Kuchu looked at his feet – one without the sock and one with it – and replied: “two.” “How many feet do humans normally have?” Kuchu remembered what the science teacher had told them in class and said: “two.” “Ok, now how many legs do we birds have?” Kuchu remembered the pictures in his science textbooks again and said : “two”. “Now, how many legs do I have?” She stood up as she said. Kuchu took a look and said “One”. She smiled and then whispered to him: “That’s my secret little boy! The others of my kind think I’m not one of them and I’m a freak. But I’m not! Hehe, I haven’t told them this though, hence they worship me like anything.”

Kuchu said: “Really?” She then whispered to him again: “Well, long time back, me and Him were out looking for worms on a sunny day. And he suddenly said to me: ‘I’m feeling very dizzy’. I thought maybe it was the sun, but then he collapsed, and never got up again. And I did not even have time to mourn for Him, as a small but very fast object suddenly hit one of my legs, which you don’t see now.” “I was still trying to understand what had happened, when I looked down from the ledge where we had been sitting and saw two boys: one with long sleek object in his hands and the other with a small candy-like thing stuck to his ear. The boy with the long object was aiming it at me, and I quickly flew off. I kept on roaming around for a while and wherever I went, others of my kind started fearing me for my one leg, not knowing that I thought everyone – them or humans – could have been carrying those things with them which killed him. So I just chirped them away from all the feeding bowls that I could find.”

“But why were you chirping so much at my window today? There was no other sparrow there,” Kuchu asked her. She replied: “Well, I saw someone with that candy-like thing stuck to their ear around you and thought I may warn you, since you give me water and grains almost everyday.” And Kuchu turned around to see his mother still talking on the mobile phone near his bed.

By The Humerus who also photographed Sparrow.


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Kuchu climbs the rainbow


So there was this little fellow called Kuchu,
Or so they called him,
Kuchu lived in an ice hut,
But his warmth kept him alive in it,
Kuchu had a bag called Happiness,
Where he put anything and everything,
For those who needed it,
One day, Kuchu thought “this bag is not filling up fast enough, what should I do?”
So off he went, in search of more for his bag,
And as he walked, he saw a rainbow, with stone steps,
And he decided to climb it,
As he started climbing,
He saw a few snails,
He put them in,
As he climbed higher,
He saw some honeybees,
He tried to put them in,
But they bit him,
He climbed on,
He saw orange candy,
He put it in,
And so his bag started filling,
He kept going, but didn’t notice that the steps had started shaking,
He kept going, and the steps were cracking now,
And, just as he was nearing the top,
The steps broke, and Kuchu fell,
He was holding on to his bag,
And right then, Kuchu woke up,
From his dream, to find Happiness overflowing in his ice hut.

By The Humerus

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