Writing for children

These are some of the stories I used to tell my children when they were kids. I hope other children will also enjoy this.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Sindhu's Loving Sister- Part I

It was a Saturday. It was also a holiday for Indu and Sindhu, but not for their parents. Their mother worked half-day and father full day on Saturdays. Hence the girls had to manage alone at home with the help of a young girl Veda to assist in the kitchen.


Veda was two years older than the elder girl Indu. As her mother was very sick Veda came to their house to work for them. She was happy there since she was paid a handsome salary and had enough time to play with Sindhu and Indu. Earlier her mother was working for them and when she fell ill she sent Veda to work there. Since her home was nearby Veda used to go home to see her ailing mother and younger sisters, whenever her madam, Mrs.Krishna was at home.


Usually Indu and Sindhu would finish their homework soon on Friday evening itself, and make themselves free to play on Saturday. It was raining outside and both of them decided to play indoors. After playing some games on the computer Sindhu wanted to play her favorite game "Hide and seek". While playing she found a suitable place to hide behind the TV. When she was trying to fit herself in the narrow space, she accidentally brushed the flower vase kept on the TV. Next moment, the vase fell down and broke into pieces. It was an expensive one presented to their parents' wedding and was preserved with great concern. Mrs. Krishna was so careful that even Veda was not allowed to dust it fearing that she might drop it down and so used to do it all by herself.


Hearing the breaking sound of the vase, Indu came running to the drawing room from the bedroom and was shocked to see mummy's precious flower vase broken into pieces on the floor and Sindhu was standing like a frightened deer beside. Seeing her sister Sindhu began to cry loudly.


"Stop crying Sindhu," Indu began to console her. "We'll tell mummy what happened. No use of crying now."

"Mummy will beat me. Please don't tell her," pleaded Sindhu clinging to her sister.

"No Sindhu. You must tell her the truth," insisted Indu.

"No, I won't."

"Then what will you tell her?" asked her sister.

Indu thought for a moment and looked at her sister with a victorious smile.

"I have an idea."

What was her idea? Let's wait for the next part.

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