The Kid

He’s a five year old and way too much bold. He screws up the baddies even strong and old. He forgets all his mom’s sayings repeatedly told. He loves his one year old sis Sugandh. And whoever hurts her has a bolti band. He takes her out in the pram and offers his friends a part of his tasted bread -jam. The friends push him for a bigger treat to be followed. He says his father’s money bag is hollow. He upsets the housemaid he pulls her braid and opens the gardener’s dhoti. He plucks flowers from the garden and makes a mess out of it. He presents it to his neighbour Vicky who says it’s an absolute no-doubt bullshit. He runs out of the house in mourns for a jog. On his way back comes carrying out tiny baby frogs. He says he wants to be in love not with books or buddies but pretty young ladies. He throws all the food in the bin and does not mind. But gets a scolding on mom’s find. He loves his granny and gifts her a bag. Inside it is a dirty smelly rag. The kid finds things bad when there is no fun. He is always on the run. This is the super kid and there is no one like Sid.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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