puddles

It had rained a while ago. Daivik and me were walking back home. As we turned a corner, I saw the pavement ahead leading to home. But Daivik saw something else, he saw joy. Simple, pure joy. The pavement was full of puddles of water of varying sizes. He stepped into one spontaneously and looked at me carefully for my reaction. I didn't say anything but waited for him to finish his thing. He jumped into the second, I waited. He jumped into the third, I waited. Fourth, fifth...twentieth. I waited, waited, it ended up being a long and silent walk home, but I wasn't thinking anything in particular. I did however remember this cute video and was smiling at myself.

Daivik is considerably older than the kid in the video. At some point he is going to stop jumping into the puddles. I was hoping to myself that this point does not arrive any time soon. At the end of the road, as we entered home he came up to me and said  "Appa, you are my best friend". "You know why", he continued, "because, you let me jump in the water and waited for me".  

It’s raining, It’s raining

We were on our way to the kindergarten. It was raining lightly and we decided to walk instead of bike. Our little routine under these circumstances is that I carry Daivik on my shoulders and he holds the umbrella for both of us. We walked silently for a while but I started to hurry up a bit as the rain was intensifying and my shoulders were beginning to complain. Suddenly Daivik's legs, dangling near my chests, started dancing and I could feel him swaying sideways as he started singing rather loudly.

It's raining, it's raining
the earth is getting wet

The little song had a nice ryhme to it. It's contextual spontaneity made me forget the shoulders. After some minutes I noticed that he was making it up his own lines while remaining faithful to the tune

My rubber boots are wet
That yellow flower is wet

At this point we were crossing a park and a little mouse scurried past. I thought of pointing it out to him but did not want to interrupt his flow. He noticed it too, called me by a sign, pointed the mouse and without breaking the rhythm continued

That little mouse is wet

We reached the kindergarten, the song continued

Our kindergarten  wet
The trampoline is wet
Andy is getting wet

The tune was catchy and the rain persistant. I ended up adding my own lines and humming it all day  !

stop the rain

Daivik and me were walking to a friend's house when it started raining lightly. Usually I carry an umbrella, but of course on that day I did not. After some minutes of the rain, Daivik looked up at the sky and said "rain, you stop, now". I was amused at this and beginning to have a hearty laugh internally, but his next sentence effectively froze that laughter. "Stop, now", he was telling, "otherwise, I will tell my papa".

The last time I checked, I was not endowed with this particular power. Right now, I was not particularly willing to put myself in fire over this.  So I cheated a bit. "Look Daivik, we will try to sing the stop-the-rain song. If we sing it properly, maybe the rain will stop". Then and there I  invented the said stop-the-rain song and we began singing it.

Of course, the rain did not stop. "Maybe", I said "we did not sing it properly. Shall we try again?". By the end of our second attempt, thankfully, we reached our destination.