Transformation Chamber....

I want to write a long post,people.Bear with me.It's gonna be about the strange attachment between me and kids.Yes.I never found myself attached with any adult.They are grownup.Society and circumstances have snatched their purity and innocence.Kids interest me more.They have the essence of purity in them.They make me curious.I can play every trick on them.I can make them whatever i want.They can be,what i want them to be.Such are the innocent creatures they're.I love kids more than those older persons who can lure you with their lies.I want to share some of my memories with those kids who will never be forgotten by me.I've saved them in my brain.I have entertained them much with my stupidities.They'll,too,never forget me and we'll remember each others for always.

1.My younger brother (He was 7 then)

He:My tooth!I've lost it. 

Me:Don't be sad.It will earn you a coin..

He:(Amazed)This?!

Me:Yes! Place it under your pillow and sleep.Sleep!and a fairy will come who will visit you and replace a coin with this tooth.

He:Will she?

Me:She will for sure!

He slept and I put a coin there.I wish I could capture his expressions.He was highly delighted to find that coin.He thought a fairy exists and trades with him for teeth.And that fairy was actually me :P

Another time,he was playing a game.He was beating a monstrous creature to go to another stage. I emotionally exploited him.

Me:Don't kill her!

He:It's the rule.

Me:You're killing a mother.You're mean!She has born those kids with affection and you're killing them.Dreadful!Awful!It's horrible.You mean!You'll do the same with your parents.You'll throw them out of this house.How disobedient and selfish child you're!

He began to cry.He cried almost for fifteen minutes until my father scolded me.That was only my brother.There are other kids with whom I play tricks.

2.A Three-Year Old Kid

His Mama:My kid never gets attached with strangers.I am sorry if he does any misbehave with you.

Me:Never mind.

I went to him.

Me:Let's play!

He:(Indifferently)I don't want to.

Me:Really?

He:Yes.

Me: Ok.I should not waste my time on you.I better go and see if my hens,cows,goats are fine or not.A monster is on his way to kill them.

I walked towards my room and he followed me.

He:here?

Me:What?

He:Here you've those pets of yours?

Me:Oh!yes!yes!there!just see them resting on my bed.They are wonderful animals.I love them so.Look!

(He watched the bed and I changed my voice and sang coo-koo-koo)

He:(Amazed)Wow!I can see them.There they are!I hear them!Oh my!I am going to tell my mama.

Me:No!hushh!Keep it a secret.If you will tell your mama the monster might know where my lovely pets are!

He:Ok.I promise.I wont tell anyone,forever!

Me:You're so lovely! (I made a sound like a monster.A horrible voice :P)

Me:Oh!here he comes.Save my pets.Please!Save them from that wicked creature!(I acted like I am crying.)

He became worried seeing me crying.

He:Don't cry.Tum fikr na kro.mein baat krta hu.

Me:Yes.Go.He is in that room.Go there and watch him.

He:Well,i wont go alone.Come with me.

Me:Ok!

We went to the next room.There was all those worn out bistrs and manjis which i made him believe that the monster is resting under it.

He:I'll give you whatever you want.Stay away from those pets.

I made a horrible sound which said Ok!

He:(Looking at me)Happy?

Me:I am!Thank you!Lets go form here or else he might eat us alive.

We ran.

His Mama:This is for the first time I am watching my kid so comfortable with a person to whom he met for the first time.

She forbad him from saying "tum" to me.But I don't mind what these kids call me.Tum,aap,khala,api,asha,"acha"(in their accent) or "atha"(This kid called me "atha" Nice.)

3.A 5Year Baby Girl

This girl was such a nuisance for the family for she will never sit down silently.She was a rebel in herself.

Me:Won't you ever sit down quietly?

She nodded negatively.

Me:Ok.Then I am very sorry that i will have to gift you to a wicth which resides under the basement.

She:Huhh?! Ha-ha-ha Lemme see,if she's there.

Me:Go down the stairs.Go If you've guts to see the red-blooded eyes of her,and if you can bear the sharp teeth of her,the black evil face of her.She doesn't cry she sheds blood.She never laughs but she always screams.If you really want to see the magical witch go down the stair and watch her at your own risk.

She was a little devil.She went down but came back with the fright.

Me:Did you see her?

She:No.But I was scared so came back.

Me:What?Oh my God!Did she really fear you?

She:Yes.

Me:Now she will eat you.Because once one is feared by her it means that she has seen her victim and now she will chase you till the death.

She:(scared)No!

Me:Yes!BUT!BUT!BUT!I can save you the way I have saved so many kids from her.

She:How?

Me:Your mother is blessed with the natural power to compete that evil witch.You can take her shelter and she will never be able to kill you.

After that she sat quietly with her mother for the whole time.She had a trait in her personality which gave people a chance to laugh at her.She had weird curls which made her a laughing stock.She cried once in front of me and i wrote THIS for her.I gift it to her mother and told her to read it to her when she will gain enough understanding of words.I love these lines from this post:

Your hair might not be that same as Rapunzel had but be merry!as you won't bear the pain of carrying your prince higher.Your every curl is as same when the blossom springs and then turns to a flower.They're nourishing and let them nourish.

Her mother might sing these lines to her and she will remember me for ever and ever!

4.She is of 4years.

I had painted my nails with red nail polish.

Me:Look!My nails have blood on them!

She:I want them too.

Me:Really? Do you really want them?

She:Yes!

I touched my nails and then touched hers.

Me:Look!How adorable your nails are looking with this blood.

She screamed after listening the word blood.There was,obviously,no  paint on her nails but she was crying happily that she has shared my blood with her on nails.

After that day,she never forgot me.She always mentions my name and  keeps on repeating,Asha!asha!asha!

My khala gets angry when she calls me "asha" she teaches her to call me khala.Never did a kid call me khala or any thing socially respectful.They always address me as "tum" "asha" And I like it!

5.He is of 6years.

A hen was doing koo-koo in the streets.I began to do the same.Hen again did her "koo-koo" And i again did the same.

He:yeh kiya?

Me:She is my best friend.But she was not happy with her identity so she transformed herself into the hen.Now,we are communicating.She is asking me if I am alright and i am telling her that i am perfectly fine.

He:Wierd!You're telling a lie!A white lie!

Me:God!No!You're a kid why must i lie to you?What it will earn to me?

He:Was she really used to be a girl once?

Me:A girl?!She was my BEST FRIEND!

He:I want to do the same.I want to change myself.I want to be a lion!Please tell me how she did it!?!

Me:There's an office next to this street.Have you ever seen a door there?

He:Yes!

Me:Thats exactly the office called transformation chamber.

He:(Curiously)Tell me in details.How?Guide me please!

Me:Ok.You must enroll yourself for the transformation.What you want to be by the way?

He:(Excitedly)Tell me how many animals are there in which they can convert me?!

Me:Well,you can be a lion,horse,zebra,cow,chicken.

He:Can i be a dragon?

Me:No!Dragons are not born now-a-days.You should choose lion!

He:I will be a dog!

Me:Yuck!Why?

He:We have so many dogs here in our streets.I can make them my friends.

Me:That's a superb idea!

He:I am going to tell my mama to enroll my name there.

Me:Yeah.Go and do make me aware what she says.

However,she revealed that I was lying.He was disappointed by this.But I pleased him with a story.

6.My 7Month's Nephew

I have the power to fall him asleep under any situation.Usually,I do lip singing before him on a crazy song.And he assumes its me who is singing and laughs.I have so many techniques to make him laugh.I dance in front of him and he  watches me as if he understands me more than anybody else.He is too little to hear my stories.

Peace.