The Little Girl and The King

I was saturated in a novel. Then my beloved affectionate granddaughter walked in who recently turned to three and half years old. She just woke up from her siesta. Having the door shut behind she crawled up my bed and coiled into my lap. I asked her if she had a good nap. She answered positively. I asked ,'Did you have a dream while you were in sleep?' She shook her head sideways. I showed my interest in listening to the story. With a sad expression she said, 'I saw a king .. a 'bad' king and I went to his palace, I just played; I did nothing but yet he scolded me'.

Naturally I felt very sad for her and wanted to say some comforting words.

Before that I happened to have asked her if she did any damage or plucked flowers or leaves from the king's garden. Confidently she replied in negative.

To ease her and to bring back her heavenly smiles I told that I would definitely talk and scold the king that night in my dream. A bright sunshine elongated on her face and my granddaughter looked very happy and de-stressed.

The story could have been finished here but rather here's a little extension regarding child psychology.

Since my heatlh is not good in my late age, soon after above conversation I had to retreat back to my overseas home for a respite. And later I sent a letter to my granddaughter narrating my visit with the king:

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Me: 'Hey! king, why you scolded my granddaughter.?'King: 'Who is your granddaughter?'
Me: ' ..Strange! You should know her. She is the beautiful loveable child living beside your palace

The King went silent and I reiterated 'You did not answer my question'' and I
kept on asking and asked: 'Did she pluck flowers from your garden or any leaves thereof got damaged by herself?'

'Nothing she did', answered the king

'So why you behaved like this, you should know that such a cruel behaviour with a child is a crime'.

The king told that he really felt very sorry.
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The above letter made my granddaughter extremely happy.

There is a little more to this narrate. Actually when she told a bad king scolded her, my heart  started bleeding. I thought that the king might be me, because that very day I actually scolded her for her naughty deeds.

My granddaughter relieved me saying, 'It was not you Nina, It was the king because he had the crown on his head'. Later I came to knew that after receiving the letter my granddaughter became very happy that she repeatedly kept asking the elder ones of the house to read the letter for her again and again.

But yet till date at the back of my mind I actually think the bad king was me and what she experienced in her dreams was just a mere reflection of my scolding that day..

I love you my baby.. I'm sorry for that day

A red bird and a coconut

Narrator of this story was my preschool going granddaughter...

A Bird.. a B-i-g Red Bird and a coconut was her story. My granddaughter possesses very strong imaginary power. She thinks the whole world is for her and so everybody should care for her and she also feels and cares for everyone. She will often mix her colourful imagination and interrelate herself with birds, plants, animals and weave an interesting story.

Last summer all of us went for a holiday to a very calm and peaceful place called Langkawi in Kedah district of Malaysia. It was an island, much secluded island.. rich with vegetation grown in tranquillity surrounded by a calm vast tropical turquoise sea. The long white sandy beaches were lined by many coconut trees with flowers and fruits on. The beauty of the island was just like a  shy young woman with attractive youthfulness. We stayed at wooden beach front chalets in a very peaceful holiday resort. Red brick paths snaked through the gardens, pools, lakes and enclave of chalets. 

One afternoon I was very tired and resting in my chalet. Then my granddaughter

stepped into my room with her tiny toddler feet. She walked up to my bedside. Then I noticed a small green coconut in her hand. With her tiny little palms she was holding the fruit to her chest very affectionately. The size of the fruit was a little bigger than a tennis ball.

Surprisingly I asked her what was there in her hand. To my astonishment without any hesitation and time spending she answered, "Grandma you know? There... 'oooh.. there' it was lying under the tree. There were two of these.. one very big and this one".
Keeping the coconut on my bed she tried to explain the size. Then she continued "But very neear to the fallen fruits a big red bird was sitting under the tree. As I walked to the coconut the bird said, 'Little Girl! do not take the big coconut, if you like you can take the small one. I would not mind'. So I collected this one and bring for you, Nina" lovingly she told.

I was amused and asked what bird was that. If it was a crow. With her eyes big and bright she answered confidently, 'No, that was big red bird'.

The story is very small , but explanation with her expression was very interesting.My grand daughter lives in her own world with lots of beautiful imaginations..