The Complaint…

“Mamma, how old is this bird?”, she looked at the bird sittin on her favourite rose plant… Virusha, as they called her, n her questions….Oh my…I didn’t know what used to make her ask crazy questions to her mum.
“5 years old…”, Shyamal said while planting a new croton plant..
“But her hands turned into wings…then why didn’t mine? I am also 5 years old…”, Virusha made a bad face…
“Vishu, go and complete ur homework…”, said Shyamal on being unable to find an answer for her question…
“Mamma tell me na….when will I fly…why don’t u buy me wings from Akku uncle’s toy shop….??”
“Vishu…what did I say…go n study…”, Shyamal said in a loud voice…
…n Virusha started cryin…”Mamma y do u always shout on me….u r very bad…I’ll never talk to you…” she ran inside her room n slammed the door…
Shyamal stood up thinking that she shud go n see what was she doin…but when she looked at the new planted croton, she recalled that she had to water the garden…n she sat back n continued with her work..Virusha cried for 2-3 minutes but mum did not come…then she suddenly stopped…she got up from her bed and slightly opened the door to check if Shyamal was comin…but she didn’t find her around her room…She again started cryin..this time more clearly and loudly….but again her mum did not come to stop her from cryin and giving two chocolates as always…she stood there for 2 mins to see if Shayamal was comin n then went back to her bed…she fumbled for her school notebook…n she got one…
“No, this is maths notebook…”, virusha put it back in her bag carefully…n took out her drawbook…
“I’ll write Mamma’s complaint n give it to english ma’am….she’ll punish mamma…”, said Virusha almost cryin…
But how to write…she don’t know how to write…She thot for a few seconds n started with her complaint…she made a few vertical and horizontal lines on the paper and then wrote all the alphabets she knew…and also counting from 1-30 that she had just learned in the school last week….afterall she wanted to make a big complaint of her Mum…so that Mrs.Stephen give her Mum a big punishment…for not bringing her the wings like that bird had…

“Vishu…beta get up…”, Vishu heard a voice…
“Get up…I’ve prepared ur favourite Chocolate milkshake….Lets go n drink…come come…”, Shyamal said spreading her arms to hug Virusha…
Virusha got up n sat on her bed for a min without any expression…
“Oh my letter….”, suddenly she murmered….
“Letter?? which letter?”, asked Shyamal…
“No…english ma’am…punishment…my wings…”, Virusha said puzzledly…
“This one? “, Shyamal took out the drawing book on which Virusha was sitting…
“Give it to me…”, virusha siezed it from Shyamal…
“What is that….?”, asked Shyamal…
“Mamma…I want chocolate shake….”, Virusha put the drawing book back in her bag and spreaded her arms so that Shyamal can lift her up in her arms…
Shyamal smiled…n lifted her up from the bed…kissed her on her cheecks…n took her out of the room…n Virusha…she smiled at herself as she succeeded in hiding that complaint letter from her mum…otherwise she wudn’t hav given her the chocolate milkshake…she decided to postpone the idea of askin for punishment for mamma…she is not that bad…she makes chocolate milkshake for Virusha and also she brings toys for her…
“Next time…”, smiled Virusha n hugged Shyamal tightly…

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