I want to be freeeee

From the time she has come to my native, she has learnt a number of outdoor games which she had never played.
One day she came home singing....daam deem a duska nutta 123 and you go free. She kept repeating it the whole evening. Finally I asked, her what this was...and she said that this was used for teaming up of people. That day she had learnt to play lagori.
The next day we saw her climbing the mobile tower which is right opposite our house. The other girl Kamini was teaching her to climb. I allowed it. I wanted her to know the fun of playing outside the house. They then played aais paais (Hide & Seek). She came home all wet...drenched in her sweat. She had had a good time.
Again the next day at 5.00P.M. she was ready to go out to play. She played Lago...I kept thinking it was lagori, but then it turned out to be a hopping game. The the eldest girl among them taught her a dance...nadhim dhim ta na....nadhim dhim ta na....modala premada modala spandana....In return Ahana taught them a song.
Now she's learnt to play Cricket, Ball catch catch, running and catching....mmmmm..what else...I need to think of the list of games she has learnt.
I am happy that she got the taste of the outdoor game here....something that is difficult in Bangalore...something that you get only if you stay in an apartment in Blore....something that is so easy to get in a small place like Mlore.
She's definetely had fun.

Tail

With the visits of all our relatives, Ahana had been getting a lot of attention. And that made her think that she could have a nice time at others place. Anyone who asked her if she would come along, she would gladly say yes. And even if they didnt ask, she would throwing a tantrum that she would want to go home with them. I was irritated with this behaviour of hers and scolded her...."Ahana, dont behave like a Dog. Are you their tail, following them wherever they go?" There was no answer.
The next day, 'Sangeeta aunty' came over to our place. When she was about to leave, she asked Ahana.
Sangeeta: Ahana, will you come with me?
Ahana: I want to..but then mummy will scold me...she will say am I your tail!!
Same evening another of my uncles had come over, he also had asked her the same question, to which she immediately replied,
Why should I?? Am I your tail??

4 stories

Last ten days we had our house full. All the relatives flowing in, staying over. The only source of entertainment for all of them was Ahana :-) and her smart acts and Om with his new stunts. Subramanya ajja, who came over first to our place told her four stories, she loved it. Two days later, Ramesh ajja and his wife came over. She refused to go to him, he then lured her with a story of Krishna & Shakatasura. The moment the first story got over, she asked for another one. He gladly agreed. With all the aninmation on his face and all the actions he was doing during the story telling time, Ahana was really having a good time. The moment he ended the story, she announced, Subramanya ajja told me four stories, you should also tell me four stories. Luckily for all the grandpas the patience lies with their grandchildren, if not their own children :-))). He then actually told her two more stories. Then came Bhaskar Ajja & Aruna dodda. In Ahana's absence they were prepared by my parents that Ahana has been demanding for stories. The moment Ahana asked them for a story, they lied...."I dont have grandchildren, so I dont know stories". They actually managed to escape :-). Well, Ahana did not lag behind...she also narrated her own set of stories..some which were told to her and some created on her own..all the stories ended with a moral.
And the moral of the story is.....
You should always help poor people.
God is the strongest.
You should never lie.

Big sis has been nice

tingu babaaaa pingu babaaa....Chickoo babaaaa pickoo babaaa....thats what she sings for Om.
I was told by my aunts and granny that I had been a very caring sis, always watching over my bro. And now here, I see my daughter doing it for my son. Ahana had been a doll from the time she was born. The youunger one seems to be the total opposite. Always wants to be carried around and played with. Refuses to be sleeping in one place. The moment he starts crying, one can hear rhymes...being sung by Ahana. She really tries hard to make him stop crying. And then she questions, why mamma, this brother always cries!!

Missing pappa

Its been a month since we have come to my mum's house. Every other day Ahana would mention that I miss my dad. The other day her mama called from California and spoke to her.
Mama: Hey Ahana, dont you miss your dad?
Ahana: Why should I? I speak to him on the phone everyday.