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She stood there,

She stood there with anger in her eyes and said , “I will kill him tomorrow”

 He sat there.

He sat there in a meditative state. Nothing mattered to him at that moment. No one could disturb his mind. Not even the threat that he could be killed the next day would disturb him if he were aware of it.

Residents of Second cross street, Theriyur knew that if Kitty(aka Krishna) kept quiet he was either sleeping or watching Chota Bheem or biting human flesh ( His neighbourhood  aunt bore the longest bite, 15 minutes at a stretch). Right now he is watching Chota Bheem. Just few minutes back he slapped Reshmi in her cheeks for a reason even he couldn’t figure out, after which he rushed straight to his house, switched on the TV and


He sat there.

He sat there in a meditative state. Nothing mattered to him at that moment…


Kitty and Reshmi became friends today morning , just when Kitty’s mother was trying to feed him breakfast a task which required creativity, managerial skills , patience , a deep understanding of psychology and few other fields to grab the child’s attention and make it open its mouth in awe, enough awe for the food to go in and rich enough to evoke curiosity to make the kid swallow it. Reshmi just then crossed the street from her cousin’s house where she had arrived just few minutes before on vacation. And she had to help Kitty have breakfast today.


Their eyes met , their hearts shook hands and they became friends until of course Kitty slapped her.


He screamed.

He scream so loud in joy that Kitty woke up from his meditation and ran to him. Keshav just saw a kite fly in the air , a dramatic event that happened once in a blue moon, twice in the month of March in his street.

“See le Kitty , it is flying very highhh” he continued his scream.

"Ohhh yeah"

Kitty acknowledged.

“Where is your kite ?”

“Which kite?”

“You brought it that day na”

“That ah , that is in store room , I cannot take , mother will kill me”

“Just ask your mother nicely , she will give”

“I am very afraid da”


The day the kite went in the store room:



Keshav is a highly creative kid. He is a designer of games , the last one being pinching people using hair clips . He did this last to his older brother Ram , Ram instantly got angry and shouted furiously at him and Keshav lost his temper too. His friends, victims and parents knew that it is not advisable to let him loose his temper. He held his fists tightly , wore a villainous look and hit his brother right on his male organs and once he bent down in pain , another on his cheeks .Little Keshav knew where to hit BIG people. Back to the matter,


On that another kid’s day out,

Keshav threw tantrums for he ran out of ideas to entertain himself. He seduced his parents to buy him a kite . The tools he used for the purpose were his big round eyes and a slight tilt of his head boring his left cheek out. His father bought him the kite and asked him to promise that he will keep it safe. Keshav immediately promised on his father’s head.



They gathered.
They gathered as usual in the evening to chat , discuss kidly affairs and spread the vibration of joy in the streets. Keshav had the kite and he was the leader of the tribe, he spoke.

“One needs to catch the kite like this,

Another person need to catch the thread like this,

And then the person with the kite need to run fast,

And then the person with the thread also need to run behind not very fast not very slow

Just enough fast behind the person carrying the kite”


Once Keshav finished the instructions,

Karima asked him,

“But if you do like this, how will the kite go up in the air da”

Keshav did not expect questions and pondered for two seconds over this.

Frustrated that his algorithm won’t work , he bit Karima , five minutes less than his all-time record of 15 minutes.


And that day, the kite went to the store room.


But today ,Keshav had to devise some tactics to get it back. He tried the same tactic he used to buy it in first place. It didn’t work. He cried hard. It didn’t work.
So he went and watched Chota Bheem again.

And his friends dispersed their tribal gathering too.

Once Chota Bheem got over , Keshav took his brother’s iPad , opened youtube and watched some videos. He didn’t like it , so closed it and opened Temple Run. He had never crossed the first pit ever and this time was no exception. He fell in the first pit, threw the iPad at his brother’s bed and searched for hair clips.


Reshmi came back at this moment . Keshav was happy to see her again . His mother was eyeing his food to feed him when he was at Reshmi’s company for she had to tax her will power otherwise.

“Tell her sorry” she said

Keshav mocked her with his fingers.

She stood there.
She stood there with anger in her eyes and said “I will kill him tomorrow”


Kittys mother burst into laughter and asked “Why do you always tell tomorrow” .

“Because tomorrow I will grow big and strong” she said with pride.

Keshav showed a sarcastic face at her this time.


She stood there.

She stood there with tears in her eyes and promising she will never speak to him again.


And they broke for the second time in the same day.

And Kitty went to watch cartoon again.

That is the end of today’s story of Reshma, Kitty and Keshav.

And for tomorrow and day after tomorrow they asked me not to disturb their privacy.


Just kidding.

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