Ma, why did God create lions and tigers? They eat us up! Doesn’t God know that?
Ma, why does rice shape up like a cake in the cooker?
Umm, Maaa…if I could jump a little bit higher, would I have touched the rainbow?
And, Ma, why does the moon look like a banana?
Ma, how does aroma reach my nostrils?
Ma, what is the meaning of ‘soul’ ?
Ma, if the colour of the veggies we eat is green, then why is our blood red in colour?
Why? Why? Why?
The list is still short of a hundred more mind-boggling questions I get asked every time he comes over to stay at our place. Never ending questions, add to that a countless ideas floating in the tiny brain every minute of the day and unceasing chatter that, at times, drives me nuts…peace goes for a toss, and quietude can be experienced only in the bathroom.
Thanks to my 6 year old nephew, I have learnt the meaning of pandemonium!
An appealing state of disorder, brought about by a noisy little human being, whose presence lights up even the darkest of corners, and whose silence seems almost deafening.