This ain't a story for kids. Just something my little cousin told me,of how she had three colorful umbrellas and how she lost them. I remember the days, when I was little and would wait for the rains, simply so I could open my umbrella and show it off to the others. I loved jumping into the muddy pools of water , splashing it all around..turning the round handle of the umbrella,sending the water drops flying in all directions. Now coming back to the girl and her umbrellas. To begin with she had this white umbrella,dotted with purple.This was one of her favorites she says.Clutching on to it,she would join the crowd of little girls in red and white pinafore,at school.It looked like a painting sprayed with all different colors, each girl wishing she had the other girl's umbrella.
Well her wish did come true. She lost her umbrella,actually her mum did ,left it at the train station.Then my lucky girl got a brand new one. This time it was a bright white, with blue polkas.Said it was her most favorite, her treasure.Though it was made in China, she loved it ,took it wherever she went, be it rain or shine.She played with it, twisted and twirled. The poor little thing couldn't sustain any longer,was a China make after all. Broken or not she held on to it. But maybe she badly needed a new one. She lost this one too, to a boy in the bus, who flicked it when she was busy seeing out the window, at a man selling cotton candy to kids.The boy must have liked the bright blue. But to his disappointment, he found it broken and threw it off the bus. There
went the second one.
Then came the third one, green as new grass, but she hated it for the color. Yet she used it, her mum wouldn't get her another, she having lost two already. But this new umbrella had a problem,she couldn't open it when she wanted to and it wouldn't close too.The umbrella had a mind of its own.But this one did not last long too. After a constant fight between my cousin and her umbrella,it just gave up. Now comes the last one in line, this was a big pink one, painted with three pretty girls. She loves this one too and is a little extra careful with it. Don't know what is going to be the fate of this one. She has promised her mum, that she'll never lose it.There goes the story of the little girl and her umbrellas.
I miss my childhood days with my umbrellas. But every once in a while when there is a light drizzle, I open up my bright pink one. Look around if anyone's watching, twirl it in the air, jump into a puddle, sending the water in the air..
Well her wish did come true. She lost her umbrella,actually her mum did ,left it at the train station.Then my lucky girl got a brand new one. This time it was a bright white, with blue polkas.Said it was her most favorite, her treasure.Though it was made in China, she loved it ,took it wherever she went, be it rain or shine.She played with it, twisted and twirled. The poor little thing couldn't sustain any longer,was a China make after all. Broken or not she held on to it. But maybe she badly needed a new one. She lost this one too, to a boy in the bus, who flicked it when she was busy seeing out the window, at a man selling cotton candy to kids.The boy must have liked the bright blue. But to his disappointment, he found it broken and threw it off the bus. There
went the second one.
Then came the third one, green as new grass, but she hated it for the color. Yet she used it, her mum wouldn't get her another, she having lost two already. But this new umbrella had a problem,she couldn't open it when she wanted to and it wouldn't close too.The umbrella had a mind of its own.But this one did not last long too. After a constant fight between my cousin and her umbrella,it just gave up. Now comes the last one in line, this was a big pink one, painted with three pretty girls. She loves this one too and is a little extra careful with it. Don't know what is going to be the fate of this one. She has promised her mum, that she'll never lose it.There goes the story of the little girl and her umbrellas.
I miss my childhood days with my umbrellas. But every once in a while when there is a light drizzle, I open up my bright pink one. Look around if anyone's watching, twirl it in the air, jump into a puddle, sending the water in the air..
