Grand Children
Grand Children
NANDU hardly four,
Comes down like a hawk,
And snatches away whatever I am holding or using
I run after him to retrieve my essentials -
Pen, pension papers, spectacles, and what not;
Or things potentially harmful for him–
Knife, phenyl bottle, shaving razor and what not!
If I can’t succeed he giggles proving his victory
And if I do succeed he sulks or cries aloud
That announces his defeat.
Neighbors guess that something has happened.
More cunning than a fox, he
Watches in the sly when I keep or hide things
Which he should not be touching or using;
And when I am off he makes every effort
To bring them down placing pieces of furniture one atop the other
And shows me those very things I had kept beyond his reach
With giggle to prove that I am no match for him
In this game of hide and seek.
Watches me watering plants on the roof for minutes
And then teaches me how to do it better!
DIYA, bright light of my household, hardly three
She comes and goes like lightning
Peers at me like a stranger for a day or two,
Knowing little that she will save my name
From dying out, and inherit
A major part of whatever I have .
Speaks a mixture of Oriya and Hindi reasonably well
Both inside and outside home;
Her parents need not bother about the mixture of words
Or nuances of grammar-gender of Hindi etc
As long as long as she can communicate with them
And her Hindi –speaking neighbors.
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