“Ammmaaaaaaa@@@!!!”
“WHERE IS MY KIT???”
Senthil was aghast. He couldn’t find his kit. In two minutes, he would start panicking and shout randomly at everyone. His 7 year old cousin, who had come to stay with them, would get in his way and make him even more irate. The pressure was too much. He would start sweating profusely anytime now.
And he did.
The fuse would blow soon.
And it did.
His mother, incomprehensibly calm as always, gently ascended the staircase. “Enna aachu da kanna?”, she asked. Almost red as a beet now by his repeated excursions from his cupboard to his table, rapidly rummaging everything in sight, a completely berserk Senthil managed to voice out two words. “Kit…(hhu haa)…enge???
His mother, concerned about her darling son’s fatigue, ordered Chellapa to bring tea for everyone. “Are you alright kanna? See that’s why I tell you not to eat this junk food. Romba keduthal adhu. Paavam kozhande. vaadipoitaan…”
Senthil grit his teeth and exploded. “AMMA…”
Chellapa had meanwhile brought the tea.
“Don’t worry kanna. Drink this tea. Everything will be alright”, consoled his mother.
His thaatha and his cousin, Vikram, joined the foray now. Senthil’s mother on seeing them, bellowed out a command to Chellapa not to put sugar in the elder man’s tea. Vikram, feeling neglected, decided to bawl amidst all this hullabaloo to grab everyone’s attention.
“AMMMMMMMMMMA”
A dead silence ensured.
“Kittu (controlled pause) enge?”
Vikram was about to make a movement but stopped on a glare from Senthil. The silence continued.
Then suddenly Thaatha slapped his hand on his forehead and said, “Kitta?? Naan parthen da…”
(A hopeful glance from Senthil)
“Namba Shanmugam veetla thaan iruppan ippo.”
Senthil collapses as his mother gently tries to explain to Thaatha that they are not looking for Kittu, the newspaper boy.
“WHERE IS MY KIT???”
Senthil was aghast. He couldn’t find his kit. In two minutes, he would start panicking and shout randomly at everyone. His 7 year old cousin, who had come to stay with them, would get in his way and make him even more irate. The pressure was too much. He would start sweating profusely anytime now.
And he did.
The fuse would blow soon.
And it did.
His mother, incomprehensibly calm as always, gently ascended the staircase. “Enna aachu da kanna?”, she asked. Almost red as a beet now by his repeated excursions from his cupboard to his table, rapidly rummaging everything in sight, a completely berserk Senthil managed to voice out two words. “Kit…(hhu haa)…enge???
His mother, concerned about her darling son’s fatigue, ordered Chellapa to bring tea for everyone. “Are you alright kanna? See that’s why I tell you not to eat this junk food. Romba keduthal adhu. Paavam kozhande. vaadipoitaan…”
Senthil grit his teeth and exploded. “AMMA…”
Chellapa had meanwhile brought the tea.
“Don’t worry kanna. Drink this tea. Everything will be alright”, consoled his mother.
His thaatha and his cousin, Vikram, joined the foray now. Senthil’s mother on seeing them, bellowed out a command to Chellapa not to put sugar in the elder man’s tea. Vikram, feeling neglected, decided to bawl amidst all this hullabaloo to grab everyone’s attention.
“AMMMMMMMMMMA”
A dead silence ensured.
“Kittu (controlled pause) enge?”
Vikram was about to make a movement but stopped on a glare from Senthil. The silence continued.
Then suddenly Thaatha slapped his hand on his forehead and said, “Kitta?? Naan parthen da…”
(A hopeful glance from Senthil)
“Namba Shanmugam veetla thaan iruppan ippo.”
Senthil collapses as his mother gently tries to explain to Thaatha that they are not looking for Kittu, the newspaper boy.
