A Childs’ Realm

The blue sky was seamless and was concealed with dark thick clouds. Half of the sky was still shining bright yellow other half portrayed a gloomy landscape. He stood dumbstruck watching a new spectacle of nature. He wondered how was it possible, a small kid had never seen it in his seven years of life. He stood transfixed for a moment and thought about his lovely home. He set off towards his purpose of reaching home simultaneously wondering at thick cloud which was starting to seem like a ghost hovering above him, two huge eyes and a ravenous mouth. He followed the bright half of the sky,” my home shining always”.
The bright ominous clouds gave a shudder and puked out. He watched tiny droplets of water fall on his tiny hands. He collected them and drank them, again and again he repeated it. There was a loud thunder and the sky tore apart with that blinding light. The boy ran happily through the downpour. He was drenched completely, jumping in puddles of muddy water, shouting at sky,” come on fight”, with the raindrops. He looked around, he could see green things called trees waving frantically in thunderstorm. He looked up at them,” I will come and save you, don’t cry”, he ran from tree to tree only to find them too huge for him to climb.

His tiny shoes were sloshing through puddles as they threw water out of them, his Tiffin basket was filled with water, oblivious to all of this he went on towards his lovely home. Amidst the shower and roaring thunder and blinding flashes, he scurried towards a lane,” don’t worry , Don’t cry, I will rescue you all”. Playing his heroic part of saving trees and animals, he threw stones at dogs so that they would run and hide from heavenly attack. He waved to birds and yelled,” hey I will take you home, come fly with me”, he remembered his mamma telling him that birds go to their homes in the evening just like he returns from school.


“white ,yellow , pink…..pink, white”, he recited while he played with blossomed flowers bent with the weight of water. He plucked few flowers and tore the petals and put them in a puddle. He squatted on the edge of the puddle and played with those floating petals. Another shot of thunder and lightning, he looked up at the skies sticking his tongue out to drink rainwater.

He saw somebody pull him up , he peered over but rain was obscuring it all. “Oh my god ! oh my god! Where have you been dear, why did you go out of school gate, oh my god !”, his mum was stressed and worried, they had searched for him everywhere in the school and adjoining lanes.


“Mamma don’t worry I will save you, look at the trees I saved them and birds! I brought them home with me, am a superhero. His tiny physique was looking tinier with drenched look, but his eyes shining with victory that he had come to his lovely home and had saved the world of its suffering. Now it had stopped raining and sun was peeping out of clouds. His mother hugged him and picked him up, he proudly settled in her arms and waved at sky, trees and birds. The skies were quiet and trees were swaying gently as if they paid their respects to their superhero ,who was fast asleep in his mother’s arms …