Before the alarm went abuzz in the morning, the children were up and about. The peppy face of Innocent Baby said it all! Her enthusiasm was palpable. For today, she was to join her elder bro and his clan.
Giant Little Kid recently had formed a clan of amateur cyclist. Clan had his friends who would go cycling in the morning, exploring lanes and by lanes of the city. On the way back, they would stop at the juice joint and have their glass of refreshment.
His stories from exploration made the little girl keen on joining the clan. After much persuasion and bribe of extra hour on iPad by Mrs Chitterchatter, the Giant Little Kid had agreed to tag the sister along.
“Zip, zap, zoom…”, said the girl animatedly.
“Don’t forget your safety gears”, cautioned mother.
“Yup. In another minute, Mom”, replied the girl.
“Keep left* and fall in line. Don’t race”, warned the mother
“And follow big bro…correct?”, asked the little girl completing her mother’s sentence.
“Don’t leave your little sister far too behind. Watch her out. Am I right?”, asked the boy joining in the dialogues.
The bro and lil sister gave each other a hi 5. They had a hearty laugh at mouthing their mothers general instructions! Like a gust of air, both were gone in jiffy.
Time flew by fast. Mrs Chitterchatter dished breakfast to Mr Balanced. She had an eye on the clock all the while.
“They have gone cycling. Not on a secret sniper mission”, chided Mr Balanced.
“Should have been back by now”
“Give a summer discount of 5 – 10 minutes”, appealed Mr Balanced.
“Hmmm” she replied but not was not convinced.
Mr Balanced finished breakfast. Mrs Chitterchatter was pacing up and down the hall way. He waved a good bye while leaving for the office. She being caught in the cobweb of thoughts, didn’t register it.
Mrs Chitterchatter checked the doorbell by ringing it herself. She checked if lifts were working. She called up watchman of their apartment three times to check if the children were back. Every tick of the clock was stealing away her patience and was making her jittery.
She was about to venture out when she heard footsteps.
“So tired”, said the boy entering the house.
“Me too”, reiterated the girl.
With her hands on her waist and a red face, Mrs Chitterchatter was about to shoot the volley of questions.
“That’s ‘Angry bird’ personified”, said the boy with a chuckle.
“When did you spot that? Why did you not show that to me? There isn’t any “angry Bird’ in real. It was only in the movie”, said the girl in disbelief.
This made the boy and the mother laugh out loud.
“It flew away before I could catch your attention”, replied the boy.
“Whats the story today?”
“I will tell you Mommy”, replied the girl in haste. Before waiting for the approval, she went ahead.
“We were enjoying the ride and suddenly we spotted a boy by road side. He was moaning in pain. His cycle lay twisted besides him. Few news papers were strewn on the road and few were dangling from the carrier of his cycle. Vehicles were zooming past him. Bro stopped and asked every one to stop as well. He made everyone cordon the area with their bicycles. In the meantime, he helped the boy to footpath. Rest of us got busy picking up the newspapers. Few started diverting the motorists.”
Picking up the thread, the boy continued, “I could see that boy’s ankle was swollen. With my kerchief I made a doctor’s knot that I have learnt as the Boy Scout and supported his injured ankle. He was in great difficulty. Upon checking with him, I learnt that he was to distribute the news paper in our apartment and the adjoining one. We then decided to help the boy in distributing the newspaper. And that got us late. We pooled our money and gave it to boy to hire a rickshaw to reach home. His cycle is parked in our parking”
From angry bird to surprised to proud, Mrs Chitterchatter’s heart went zip zap zoom!
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