Tuesday, September 22, 2009


The sky burst into numerous colors displaying, amongst them, the most beautiful ones. Each of them fought with one another to be more visible and the result was an eclectic mix of all. Suddenly, as if angry by the chaos the colors were causing, the sun burst out diffusing his sunlight, erasing the kaleidoscope the hues had made. Now there was only one color, the bright yellow.

Grisha watched the sight with awe, wondering how she had missed such a sight in so many years. She still lay in her bed, with droopy eyes, a light smile on her face, thoughts encircling the many wonders of god. The sleep god invited her once more into his reign, but Grisha knew, she would miss school if she slept again. School wasn’t particularly loved by her, but such a beautiful sight today had made her so happy, that she could endure anything. And today was a very special day. It was her birthday. It was HER day.

She got out of her bed hurriedly and went straight to her parents. They hugged and wished her and her mother gave Grisha her favorite sweet. She almost gulped the entire sweet in delirium. Grisha asked if she could treat her best friends Shagun and Leela with Jalebis.

Hopping on into the bathroom, she scrubbed and cleansed herself leisurely, one thing she would usually avoid and do in haste, as though bathing today would make her more beautiful. She then saw herself in the mirror, combed her hair carefully and smiled. The village school in the village didn’t permit them to wear any other dress other than the uniform. She frowned a bit at the thought, but she had bought these flying little winged butterfly clips, a current rage in the village melas amongst the girls, and put them on. She chuckled in glee and wished she could be photographed.

Birthdays never meant so much for her until she was invited for Harish’s birthday celebration, the son of the head of the village. The entire village was invited and everyone had brought some or the other thing for Harish. From then birthdays assumed great importance. She wished she could celebrate like him. She didn’t quite understand what they were meant for, but she knew, that on birthdays, you could get whatever you wanted.

Carrying her bag, she marched her way to the school imagining her day, her friends wishing her, she handing over the toffees to them, Shagun and Leela relishing with delight, the Jalebis treated by Grisha all the while touching and adjusting her pink butterfly clips.
She almost broke into a jig, but contained herself.

As she reached the school gates, it was evident that she was late, because usually the children would have been playing outside. Her classroom was on the ground floor itself and as she reached there, she saw Masterji had already begun the lessons. She asked for permission. The master nodded in approval. And then he asked, “So children, did you do your math homework?”

The words hit upon her, sounding like heavy bricks, only they didn’t make a sound. Ten minutes later, she saw herself as the only one being beaten by a cane right on the knuckles and thrown out of the classroom. Mind was nature’s biggest chameleon. A little while ago she felt like dancing and now she didn’t want to move. She let her tears find her way, drop onto the ground and stood there till they evaporated. She had remembered, yet she had forgotten.



At September 22, 2009 at 8:46 PM , Blogger As the Mind Meanders said...


This was special... you took us into Grisha's life... showed us colours... indulged us with sweets... and then spanked us....

I became Grisha as I read this....

Wonderfully written... as always... and as i keep cribbing... its a pity you dont write more often...

At September 22, 2009 at 9:08 PM , Blogger manisha said...


i am so glad u liked it:)...thnx a lot...i hope i update regularly!

At September 22, 2009 at 10:03 PM , Blogger Meghana Naidu said...

a small wonderful concept and brilliant execution
and meandering mind says it right. Write more!
you (predominantly) prose writers are real lazy

At September 22, 2009 at 10:27 PM , Blogger manisha said...

thnk u...a comment cming frm a brilliant writer (who leaves me speechless to comment :D), means a lot :)

ya ya, i will write more *

*conditions apply;)

At September 23, 2009 at 10:03 AM , Blogger Shamanth Huddar said...

Sweet, simple and an adorable story :)

Lovely animation of the sky. the colours fought!! what a thought :)

@meghana - Oh accusations, where art thou directed ? ;)

@manisha - lolz@ conditions apply!!! how can they ever NOT? :P

At September 23, 2009 at 1:30 PM , Blogger As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Manisha

Mate... we gotta prove these poetry writing megs wrong

At September 23, 2009 at 5:23 PM , Blogger manisha said...

ders a crusade against u:P

thnk u:)...hw cn they be directed towards u!! u r proselytizing into a poet :P
yeah i knw!!hw cn they NOT:D

hahaha sure...

At September 23, 2009 at 6:40 PM , Blogger Meghana Naidu said...

that which knows its destination will surely reach it ;)

@meandering mind and manisha
sure you will *smiles sweetly* :)

the doughty heart is ever ready for a crusade!

but warriors, equal to none as you might be, take heed!
donot, in vain, make claims you will not hold true


At September 23, 2009 at 11:37 PM , Blogger blunt edges said...

sigh! poor lil grisha!

At September 24, 2009 at 1:07 AM , Blogger Standbymind said...

Very well crafted piece!

Love reading this - Just the piece you like to read when you enter the blogworld.

Keep rockin!

(Btw..you need to explain your comment back on my post ;) )

At September 24, 2009 at 11:28 AM , Blogger manisha said...


Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:D
-alfred lord tennyson

u see;)

At September 24, 2009 at 11:39 AM , Blogger manisha said...

thnx mate! i xplained

At September 25, 2009 at 10:31 AM , Blogger Quaintzy Patchez said...

Good one!!

Such a cute description of a little girl's mind.. :) :)

At September 25, 2009 at 7:11 PM , Blogger Meghana Naidu said...



At September 27, 2009 at 5:06 PM , Blogger SUHAS ROCZ said...

havent enterd da bloggin world 4 dayz so dint know abt diz post...itz not important 2 have a great plot n heavy words 2 get a worthy story...n u alwayz prove it...and 4 u emotions r like drugs...u alwayz get high on it..ie in ur stories :P ...n I alwayz like 2 read doz emotional hiccups u create in da end or in between...u have described da baby's emotions perfectly...I guess u were inspired by urself when u were a baby :D..did u get beatings frm ur teachers ???

Verdict : 4.25/5 :D

At September 27, 2009 at 7:07 PM , Blogger Arnav said...

Well Written
Beautiful yet simple...

Keep Writing and Smiling :)

At September 29, 2009 at 12:14 AM , Blogger zahid said...

Hi manu

Until i read the word 'approximate' i thought i was the 1000th person visiting your profile....

At September 29, 2009 at 12:18 AM , Blogger zahid said...

For once I dont want to bring sarcasm in the comment box. The story so very well related. A 'It happened to me' seeped in. Though the environment and the reason were different the age was pretty much the same...

Indeed Mind is nature's biggest chameleon !!!

At October 6, 2009 at 4:24 AM , Blogger Harish Suryanarayana said...

Aaaaah! Make it happy! At least in the stories! At least for little girls!

Cute story :)

At October 15, 2009 at 12:16 AM , Blogger Standbymind said...

is the word I have to say.

You need to tell me - how did you come up with this piece?

At October 19, 2009 at 8:47 PM , Blogger manisha said...


hey wow, u came again:D...well it was birthday on 25th sept n i wanted to write smethng on "birthdays"

At November 11, 2009 at 12:10 AM , Blogger Standbymind said...

You dont update!

I read this again now..

At March 22, 2010 at 1:19 AM , Blogger DEVENDRA said...

How much percentage grisha = manisha? in this story

At November 2, 2010 at 6:19 PM , Blogger Sharon Padmanabhan said...

Kool... an amazing narration


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