Finding Boo – Part 2

“They gave up!” Anushka was scared now.

The storyteller scolded her, “You really need to learn how to sit still, child. You cannot hurry everything like this.” Anushka promised to stay quiet.

Grandmother began again, “The sisters started crying again so your grandfather could not bring them back for lunch. Then your mother had an idea.

“Baba, let’s go look near the bazaar. Maybe Boo went back to his original home,” she thought aloud.

“So, the three of them walked toward the local bazaar, drenched in sweat, hungry, but
determined to find Boo.”

“Just when they were nearing the bazaar, Moo shrieked joyfully. They were standing in front of a mother dog with her recently born puppies. The mother dog was taking turns to lick her paws and then lick her children. There were four puppies – all the same shade of brown as Boo. They were the same age as well. Your grandfather leaned down to pet them. The mother dog sniffed him with curiosity, moving her nostrils all over his hand. After she decided that he was safe, she wagged her tail.

Then Moo asked: Which one’s Boo?”

Anuskha’s mouth dropped open. When would they find Boo?

The story continued. “Your grandfather admitted that he didn’t know. Moo started crying again. Your mother was more confident. She held each puppy one by one, inspected each from head to tip of tail, and confirmed that the fourth one was Boo.”

Anushka could not help but let out a cheer. Finally! Grandma smiled and told her to wait because there was more. She was enjoying this. She went on:

“The three of them came home with Boo. When they reached home, we were waiting at the door. Everybody was excited and hugged Boo. But then your Leena aunty cried out that it wasn’t Boo after all.”

“Where is the big white spot on his belly?”

“Everybody turned to look at Moo and your poor mother. Your grandfather sat down quietly. I made everybody eat their lunch. It was 5:30PM. Everybody ate a bit, while the ‘wrong’ Boo was given a meal too.”

“And now for your happy ending, little Anu,” grinned her grandmother. Anushka sat up straight, pulling sleeping Chiki onto her lap. Her grandmother chewed on a biscuit, taking her time. She liked creating suspense. “Grandma, please!” Anushka could not take it anymore.

“Alright. So just as Moo and Leena were cleaning up the table and your grandfather was ready to take his nap, Boo wandered in! Everybody ran to him, crying tears of happiness this time.”

“When we were quiet, Moo had a question: What about the other Boo? What will we do with him?

Your grandfather took the wrong Boo back to his mother and brothers and sisters. Nobody forgot about him. Moo and your mother visited him every weekend, taking food for him and his family.”

Now Anushka had a question. “But where had the real Boo been all day?” Her grandmother’s belly shook as she started laughing.

“That is a mystery.”

The End

First published in TeleKids (An ABP Group publication)

Being Followed

It had been a long day and she wasn’t in the mood for creepy people. She could feel the person following her. It wasn’t any of her usual canine or feline friends because they preferred to leap over  to her in seconds. So she quickened her pace until the sound of the annoying slippers made her turn around. What she saw softened her face; it was a little girl in torn clothes and two very dirty slippers that were obviously for bigger feet. They exchanged smiles and names over a meal of roasted corn.

Feeding Time

Two pairs of eyes lit up with love. They knew she’d come visit with food and cuddles until the moment they’d be taken away from the world. She laughed and talked to them as one waited patiently and the other stood up to greet her. The tails wagged with gratitude as they chewed their meal. The voiceless beings seemed unaware of the disapproving looks around them. But she saw it and felt it and wished for a nicer world.

Puchke Turns Detective

This story was written in honor of Puchke, my friend’s feline sibling, who passed away two months ago.

The sun was shining outside and Puchke was busy in his room. He was catching up on his sleep because the previous night had been spent giving his sister Ritu company while she worked on her laptop. Puchke loved snuggling in her lap – pushing the laptop away from its designated spot.

In another room at the Mukherjee house, Gullu sat in deep thought. He wondered why Puchke was sleeping when they could have been running around on the roof. He barked at the closed door. “Puchke, it’s past 11 o’ clock! Wake up,” he shouted and woofed. But there was no reply.

Gullu was bored. Ritu was out. Their parents were out too. The house was too quiet. Of course, there was Chorkee in the other room. But he and Gullu didn’t really get along. Last time Gullu had raised a friendly paw for a handshake, Chorkee had responded with a quick slap. “What was that for?” Gullu had asked him. “Stop trying to be so friendly, dog,” said Chorkee, returning his attention to the new cockroach coming out from the bathroom drain.

Pudy, the oldest cat in the family, did not like to play or talk to anybody but their parents. “We speak about important things, Puchke,” he would say. “Like what?” Puchke was confused. “You know, about things like the benefits of eating brown rice and salmon,” Pudy gave an example. “I like my rice and fish too. But who needs to talk about it?” Puchke thought it was a waste of time. In fact, he thought that any talking was a waste of time. He would rather sleep or sit on top of the bird cage and worry about nothing. So yes, Pudy did not interact with the other kids in the family.

Today, Gullu was in the mood to play games and have a conversation or two about how annoying their new sibling was. Brother Crow had joined them recently after their father had found him sitting innocently on the pavement. The silly boy didn’t want to fly around. He loved his cage. But he also made a habit of cawing at Gullu if he wanted to sniff the cage or just say hi. Plus, mother fed him with her own hands. “That’s not right,” thought Gullu. “I’m the first born. Not that annoying crow.”

His thoughts were interrupted when mother came home. She rubbed his head and exclaimed, “Time for your chew stick, Gullu!” Gullu jumped up and down, knocking over some books and the TV remote. Mother reached into the cupboard to take one out. She gasped. “Where are your chew sticks?” She was sure that there were at least five that morning. So she searched and searched the cupboard while Gullu paced the room worriedly. He howled once to show her how worried he was too. That disturbed Puchke’s sleep, who woke up and started meowing at the door.

Mother and Gullu went to Puchke. They told him that Gullu’s chew sticks were missing. Puchke yawned. “Are you sure that he didn’t eat them all already,” he wondered. Gullu protested with a loud no. He was not that kind of dog, he said. “But mother, none of us chew those horrible sticks,” Puchke reasoned. Mother nodded. But then where did they disappear too?

Puchke decided to investigate. He got up and stretched. Then he scratched his chin. “Wait, I need food first,” he said. So Gullu watched him eat his fish and rice while mother went to the kitchen. Once Puchke was done eating, he sipped some water from his water dish and licked his lips. “Ah, good food. Now my brain can work,” he explained to Gullu. “Alright, let’s go to the scene of the crime.”

Gullu and Puchke walked over to the cupboard. Chorkee was taking his third nap of the day in his room. Puchke found Chorkee too immature because all he wanted to do is catch flies, birds and cockroaches. “I’m too grown up for that,” he had told him once.

That evening, Puchke and Gullu told their father about the missing chew sticks. Father asked if Ritu had taken them to give to her friends on the street but she said no. Puchke found no clues in the cupboard or around it. He had to solve this case. Like the last time when mother had no idea who was leaving mice on her pillow and it turned out to be Chorkee. Puchke had caught him and clicked a photo too. He never worked without evidence.

Still, chew sticks was a different thing. They didn’t have another dog in the house. And their parents and sister ate fish and rice like them. Yes, they did eat other things occasionally, but chew sticks, never.

Puchke couldn’t sleep that night. Gullu snored away with his bushy tail resting on Puchke’s head. “Gullu, wake up,” said Puchke at 1am. Gullu opened one eye. “I hear something,” Puchke put a paw on his mouth to tell Gullu to be silent. They heard somebody chewing loudly. The two furry brothers ran to see who it was. It was father. He was eating chips and watching a cricket match. “Oh, father. It’s you,” Puchke said with disappointment. “Yes, it is. You boys should be sleeping,” he replied. So they went back to their room.

In the morning, Puchke had an idea. “Mother, please go buy a packet of chew sticks today.” Mother brought one home that afternoon and put it in the usual cupboard. Puchke grinned. Now they could catch the thief red handed.

At 4 o’ clock sharp, when everybody was taking a nap, Puchke was curled up in a ball next to Gullu. He couldn’t sleep. He waited for the sound of the cupboard door opening, but no sound came. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he went out to see if his suspicion had been right. As he had expected, the new packet of chew sticks was gone!

Puchke went back to Gullu. “Gullu! Get up! Your new chew sticks are gone,” he shouted. Gullu leaped up from the bed. He was upset. Was Brother Crow stealing his chew sticks when he was out for his daily flying session around the house? “I never liked that crow,” he muttered to himself.

Puchke asked mother to get another packet of chew sticks. This time he would not fail. Mother listened and brought yet another packet and placed it inside the cupboard. That night, Puchke and Gullu said goodnight to everybody and headed to their room but as soon as the others closed their doors, Puchke came and hid under the sofa that faced the cupboard. He was ready.

It was hard to stay awake after eating all that rice, but Puchke was determined. He had just fallen asleep when the cupboard door opened. Puchke pounced on the thief. As he jumped through the air, he screamed, “Meeeeooooooooooooooooow!” The thief shouted out a similar shrill sound. Everybody woke up. Ritu turned on the lights. Pudy looked on with disapproval. He felt embarrassed. The chew sticks were all over the ground and there were two cats rolling around all over them, in a fast moving ball. The thief had been caught. He was Chorkee.

There was peace that night as the mystery had been solved and Chorkee had said sorry to Gullu. Gullu was kind. “Chorkus, you could have just asked me about sharing them,” he told him. Chorkee looked down at his paws. Puchke boxed his ears lightly. “Be good, Chorkee,” he said.puchkeandgullu

Winter Breakfast

The smell of hot chocolate travelled through the kitchen. Her little hands were clad in fuzzy old gloves. The French toast sat untouched on the table. “Daddy, where’s my hot chocolate?” He laughed and asked her to be patient. “But I’m hungry,” she complained. “Eat your eggs,” she was told. The canine child sitting by her chair helped her finish them.