Kid's Tale-2 Nightmare :
His sister was pouring sugar over his head. He wasnt liking it. He was screaming with a '
STOP', but she did not seem to be listening. He was shaking his heads crazily to get those miniature crystals off his head. But it wasnt helping.
He woke up, his eyes were bursting with fury. He was shouting with complains towards his sister. He ran towards the door of his parents. They came out. He let them know what his sister did to him while he was sleeping. His father smiled and said it was a nightmare. And that there were no sugar on his head. He wasnt convinced. So, he jumped on to his sister and started khamchifying her.
Embarrassment:
His sister was changing his dress in their drawing room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She left to see who was at the door leaving him bare bodied. The guests entered and they saw him like that. The 6 years old boy couldnot withstand the embarrassment, he ran out of the drawing room as fast as he could and was waiting with his tiffinbox in his hands for his sister to see. As soon as he saw his sister coming, he threw it at her. And surprizingly enough, even though he could never hit the seven flat brick plates of '
saat chara' with one shot, he indeed could hit his sister with that throw.
Stupidity:
His Grandfather died. They were off to the hospital so see his face one last time. His mother was crying like she would never stop. He was too little to understand this. They reached the hospital, they went to see the body. Instead of going with the family he found his 2 years older cousin and smiled with an invitation to play. The cousin decline as he was a little more matured.
They came back home. He entered the drawing room hurriedly, unaware of his mother's rushing towards her bedroom. She was crying awfully. But he had no time to notice. His favourite cartoon had already started. There was a knight and a princess. He increased the volume a little. His mother came out. "
Can you not see cartoon today?". And she went back to her room with more tears in her eyes.
So, Do I want to be a child again? Perhaps not 