Guddu’s mother wants to take a photo but Guddu simply refuses to smile! Join me for a rollicking storytelling in Marathi, as we try to unlock the reason why Guddu will not smile!
One red umbrella with many animals crowded under it! What happens next? Listen to me narrate my version of an old tale!
What Shall I Make? was published in 2006. It was a little story that I had made up to entertain my son while I was busy cooking. This story has gone into multiple reprints and is one of the books by which people know me! It was named an outstanding multicultural book by the United States Board on Books for Young Readers, the USBBY, way back in 20100. This book has been published in the UK, USA, Canada and Pakistan.
For me it remains the one book that best captures the memory of a time when I had a toddler who listened in wide-eyed fascination to the stories I spun for him!
First published in 2005, Pranav’s Picture has gone into multiple reprints and continues to be a favourite with children and their adults!
Where is Amma? is one of my most loved books. This book has gone into multiple reprints and has been translated into various languages.
As a children’s author who has written for children of all ages, I often have parents and teachers sitting in on my sessions. These sessions are essentially meant to introduce children to the magic of stories and so, rather than read out from my books, I tell them the stories that I have written. Of course the children love this. But I am always surprised by the enthusiastic participation of the adults. They laugh and giggle with the children, and they join in with the children to beg for ‘One more story!’
And it’s hardly surprising, is it? After all, it is our love for stories that has us reading books and becoming addicted to long running soap operas. And so, in these days of social distancing, what better way to connect, than through stories?
This is a story that I have narrated in my mother language, Marathi, in celebration of International Mother Language Day.
People are brave in different ways. Some in more obvious ways and some in ways that are more interesting!
The word of the day is – Courage.
Courage, to Aparna had always meant something spectacular- like rescuing people from a river or braving a raging fire. But that was before the end of the year treat.
The end of the year treat was a tradition for Aparna’s group and this year they planned to watch a film before eating their favourite fast food. But the day before the treat Aparna heard two bits of upsetting news that took all the joy out of the outing.
The first was that her little sister Arpita wanted to join them. Aparna didn’t want to take her, but unable to resist the tears in Arpita’s pleading eyes, she had to agree. But any fears she had about Arpita joining the treat seemed tame when she heard the other news – that their classmate Uma was joining them. “Can you imagine?” Rina moaned. “Having Umawith us?” It was a truly horrible idea, having Uma along on a day you were supposed to enjoy. Uma was the sort of girl who always found something nasty to say to others. She seemed to have the gift of saying things that hurt people. If you were in the wrong uniform it would always be Uma’s gleeful voice that called out, “Looks like someone is going to get into trouble!” It was always Uma who found something funny about people’s names. And it had to be Uma who had started calling Amber, Amberger, Uma’s evil genius that had renamed Aparna Aprona, Shalini Shall-we and so on. And to think of spending a fun day with this same Uma!
By the time she was ready for the day Aparna had decided it was doomed to failure. Arpita, on the other hand, was bouncing around in joy at the thought of going out with her sister’s friends.
Her friends were waiting for her and when Rina said, “Uma isn’t here. Perhaps she’s not coming….?” Aparna allowed hope to surge for a minute. Uma walked up at that moment, eyes darting around, looking for things to poke fun at, details that would transform normal, happy people into embarrassed ones.
“Hi Aprona, Rin! Hi Shall-we!” she said cheerfully, just as she always did, blind to the fact that no one was laughing at the silly names. “And who,” she asked, noticing Arpita, “is this?”
“My sister,” Aparna said. “Arpita!”
“Hi,” Uma said. “Harpic!” Aparna and her friends gasped. How could Uma pick on a little girl?
“Hi,” Arpita said and her matter-of-fact manner made Aparna feel suddenly proud of her sister. “What’s your name?”
“Uma,” Uma said. “So…”
“Upma?” Arpita asked with an innocent look. Everyone looked at Uma, wondering how she was going to react to being made the butt of her own joke. For a minute Uma stood frozen. Then she laughed loudly. “Nice,” she said. “Arpita. Don’t you agree Shalini? Rina?”
Aparna stared in amazement at her sister, who had opened her eyes to the different kinds of courage and helped her see that they didn’t all require leaping into burning buildings or raging rivers.
This story was published in Young World, the children’s pages of The Hindu.