Peehu and Binni were born four days apart. Though cousins they were almost like twins. They lived synchronized lives sharing everything.This is the story of a very special day in lives of these six year olds.
This special day Binni’s dad (Peehu’s uncle) promised them a new sketch -pen set. There was rush of excitement in the house. As soon as they got the news the two couldn’t stop dreaming and talking about it. There was intermittent giggling and chuckling and whispers. Their mothers smiled at there enthusiasm .The evening seemed dreadfully far away and when they were tired of talking and anticipating about the ‘new’ they diverted their attention to the old sketchpen set.
Binni said “ Peehu since we are getting the new one what should we do with the old one.. most of them have dried ?”
Peehu gave a scientific look on the plastic cover .Opened the flap and picking up the red one she gave her wise verdict “ It’s time that we find what is inside. “ Binni picked the yellow one and giving a mischevious look chirped “ Yes ! we must find out .”
They both grinned and attacked the white butt of the pens with their fingers. But it was of no use because their nails were so meticulously trimmed by their mothers that their fingers kept slipping off. The failed attempts frustrated Peehu but determined to decipher the innards of the coloring instrument, she finally put the white end in her mouth. Attacking it with her incisors while her hands curled around the body of the pen . ‘Plop!’ it went as her head and hands pulled in opposite direction. She spitted out the white thing and now she was about to discover the ‘secret’ .
Binni was intently looking at Peehu with wonder admiring her brilliant idea. Peehu tapped the hollow end of the red sketchpen on her tiny palm and came sliding down a cylindrical plastic covered red thing which made a faint red circle on her soft palm. Binni followed and ‘plop’ went the yellow pen and she proudly showed Peehu her palm with a yellow spot. This was really exciting. Seconds later all sketchpens went hollow and the colored cylinders laid around on the floor. First they made spots on their palms. Then they made colorful spotted papers. Then they made thick colorful lines and this went on till they exhausted the might of every colored cylinder’s tip. Then off went the plastic coats. The colored fibrous contents of the cylinders rolled over more and more sheets of papers.
They were totally absorbed but every play had some saturation level. This one had too. They wanted more innovation. So they went out with the dissected pen sets and spotted a tub full of water in the garden. They looked at each other knowingly. Binni dipped the blue one in the water. To their delight the color started dissolving in the water. Leaving first a spot which expanded and as she moved it gently the color moved with a dreamy motion on the water’s surface. Peehu dipped the green one . The blue color floated elegantly and met the green . It was fun to see those colors progress like smoke , dance and embrace and soon there was each one of the twelve colors floating and reflecting in those mesmirised eyeballs. They dipped and moved their fingres in water to accentuate that colorful dance on water. When every color dissolved there was a tub full of muddy water to play with. They kept splashing and giggling till they were caught by Peehu’s mom . She was unamused at the destruction and mess . The two sisters were given a thorough bath after a scolding . All the excitement and mischief had exhausted the two energy bundles. Hence their wait was given a break by slumber.
It was evening when sleepy Peehu was stirred by the sound of her uncle’s motorcycle. Her sleepy mind regained the memory of the special present .She slowly shook Binni that it was time. Their wait was over. Binni opened her eyes and smiled at Peehu.She heard her dad’s footsteps and his voice becoming clearer. They were looking at each other.As Binni gestured to get off the bed and run to his father,both of them froze. Their eyes locked together and the smile vanished. They could not believe what they heard.
“ It was a tiring day.”
“Did you bring the sketchpen set …….the girls were way too excited today .”
“ Well I did go to the shop for it. But I thought the pens were in a good condition….. just that they had dried up…… so I bought colored inks instead.”