Friday, 4 January 2013

Why Evening comes so late

This one is dedicated to my newly arrived granddaughter.

Krishna looked imploringly at Naani. “When can I see the new baby?” he asked. Aunt had brought him a sister, Mom had said.
“When evening comes,” she said, trying to soothe his agitated emotions.
“When will Evening come?”
Naani pointed to the clock. “You know how to read the time on the clock, right?”
Krishna nodded vigorously.
“When the small hand touches 5, Evening will come,” she replied.
Morning sends clouds to wake up the lazy Sun.
Digital sketch: Harjeet
He was satisfied, but only for a few minutes. Sensing his restlessness, Naani asked him if he would like to know why Evening comes so late.
Krishna was all eager ears.
So Naani told him it was because of the Sun. It is the reason why Evening arrives so late. 
The Sun likes to linger on, and does not let Evening into their big blue playground, which is the sky.
Of course, being winter, the Sun is too lazy to get up in the morning.
Krishna giggled. “Yes, it is just like you,” Naani tickled him, drawing a little peal of laughter.
Naani went ahead with her story. “Evening also wants a big playground. It keeps telling the Sun to go so that it gets to play for a long time. But when the Sun does go down, it gets cold quickly and Evening runs home. As soon as it leaves the sky, Night rushes in.”
“When it is so black and we need lights to see?” asked intelligent Krishna, all of five years old.
“Indeed, Night is the strongest child to play in the sky. It does not get tired easily, so it keeps playing for a long time,” she explained. “After a long rest, Morning gets up from her sleep.”
Krishna stretched out his arms and legs lazily. “Like this?”
“Just so,” Naani replied.
“Now Morning tells Night to go and rest, and let her play with the nice, warm Sun. But the Sun is very lazy. It does not want to get up so early. So Morning blows white, woolly clouds on it to wake it up.
“You’ve seen the streams of smoke that cover the roads and the skies when you go to school in the morning, haven’t you, Krishna?” asked Naani.
“Yes, so Morning blows it like this, in big puffs?” Krishna blew an imaginary cloud of smoke while pretending to hold a cigarette between his fingers.
“Exactly! How did you know?” she looked appropriately surprised.
Krishna gave a knowing chuckle. “I’ve seen Morning do this, ha-ha!
“But when does the Sun come out then, Naani?”
“Well, Morning has to huff and puff and cajole the Sun,” Naani continued, covering Krishna’s eyes with her hand. “It opens one eye, so there is some light,” she said, removing her hand from his left eye. “Then it opens its other eye, and there is more sunlight,” she added as she uncovered his right eye.
“When it becomes very bright, Morning’s eyes start hurting, and she says good-bye to the Sun. Afternoon is waiting, and rushes into the blue playground. Then the Sun and Afternoon spend a long time together. They are best friends,” Naani concluded.
“So now the Sun is playing with its best friend?” Krishna asked.
“Yes, it is, child,” she answered.
Krishna decided he would not disturb the two and opted for a shut-eye, hoping that Evening would be playing in the sky by the time he woke up.
Then he would go into the hospital room to see the little baby.