Story about a Musquito

In one town, there was a musquito. The musquito was inside a house. There was going to be a marriage in this house. Some one had lit uthuvathi (incense stick) inside this house. The musquito was very inquisitive and wanted to find out what was that incense stick. It kept flying around the incense stick. Suddenly, it decided to go and touch it. It touched the burning incense stick, fell down and died.

Orange

Sooraj was very restless and he kept bothering us. Just to keep him engaged, Ranjani asked him to tell a story. He gave him a topic - 'Orange'. Here goes his story.

Orru urrula, orru veedu irunthuthu (All his stories start with 'Orru urrula!' - which means 'In one town/village' ). To translate this sentence, - In one town, there was a house'.

Anyway, I will continue with the story in English.

In one town, there was a house. The kid in the house kept an orange inside a ball!. After keeping the orange inside the ball, he went out to play. His father, who was staying inside the house - wanted to play with the ball. The father tried to play with the ball, but, the ball did not bounce properly. The ball was very squeezy, squeezy(that is what he told!). The father was wondering what happened to the ball. The kid came back after sometime, told his father that he had kept an orange inside the ball. The father cut open the ball, took out the orange and ate it. Thats all.

Sooraj stories

This is blog is an area to jot down various stories that my son, Sooraj, tells us about. It also an area where we would like to jot down various queries that he asks us. I guess every child is inquisitive and has hundreds of questions. Their creative juices are also very high. This blog is an attempt to capture one such kid's creative energies.