This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. .


It was a crack of thunder that woke Mythili up. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, the little girl looked outside through her window and saw that it was raining heavily. With a smile as bright as sunshine, she jumped off her bed and ran to the door of her house.


The road outside had become a stream. The water went down the slope, rising slowly and flowing swiftly. Her street, usually a hub of activity, had not a soul on it. Her neighbors had closed their windows and the carts, which were usually choc-a-bloc with fruits and vegetables, lay empty near the corner, tied to a telephone pole.

Mythili went to the living room, where her mother and father sat deep in conversation with her grandparents.

“Amma, can you make me some paper boats?”

Her mother seemed not to hear. Mythili could hear her talking to her thatha.

“Ammaaaa,” she persisted, tugging on the pallu of her saree.

“Not now, Mythili.”

Her mother only called her by her name when she was angry, so Mythili knew the paper boats will have to wait. With a look of longing toward her parents, she went back to the door and sat on the top step, watching the rain.


Hearing her paati call her by her nickname, Mythili turned back. Her paati had sat behind her, a stack of old newspapers in her hand. With a big smile on her face, Mythili watched her paati make paper boats. Soon as she was done with one, she’d hand them to Mythili who would let it down gently on the stream on the road.

“How many shall we make, Paati?” she asked.

“As many as you want, Chinnu. We have time.”

Looking at the two of them leaving paper boats without a worry, her parents came to the door.

“Amma, they are talking of a possible flood if the rain doesn’t stop, and here you are, making paper boats. We should be ready,” Mythili heard her father say to her paati.

“Here Chinnu, you leave these in the water,” her paati replied calmly, handing her five paper boats and standing up.

“She cares for the boats, not about a flood that may or may not happen. Look at her, Rajiv. See how happy she is. Doesn’t that matter to you? Look at the paper boats in the rain. You used to make them every time it rained when you were of her age. And Nalini,” she looked at her daughter-in-law, “I know that you did too. Paradise, that’s what you called the street when it rained, isn’t it? Even if that doesn’t matter to you, she just wants her Amma and Appa to spend some time with her. She doesn’t get to see you much during her vacations when it’s clear and sunny and you both go to office, does she?”

Mythili looked around hearing her paati’s serious tone, and saw her father smile. He then sat down next to her.

“Could I leave one, Chinnu?”

Her mother sat on her other side, and asked the same. And all was right with the world again. She happily forgave them for ignoring her, and gave them each a paper boat.

Soon, the three of them were leaving the paper boats together. Her paati and thatha, sitting behind the three of them, would make the boats. The street looked colorful again.

Mythili looked across the street and saw that her neighbor and best friend Nandana had come to her front step too. And her mother sat next to her, with old newspapers as well, making paper boats.

“There’ll be hundreds of boats soon, Appa. Will they reach the sea?”

She heard her appa laugh, and hold her close.

“Maybe some of them, Chinnu; maybe some of them,” he said.

She felt her amma hold her close too.

“You don’t have to grow old completely, Rajiv. Not always. Look at the little things that matter. Sometimes, it is good to be a child again,” Mythili heard her paati say.

She looked at her father, and saw him look at her mother. Nalini nodded and smiled.

“Paradise,” she said.

“Paradise,” Rajiv agreed.

And in the warmth of her parents’ company, Mythili felt she was in paradise too.

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Also inspired by Weekend Wordle #2 at A Prompt Each Day, which offers a set of ten word as inspiration, from which I’ve selected five. And shared with Link Up at Blog-a-Rhythm. ~ Glossary of terms — Thatha: Grandfather, Paati: Grandmother, Amma: Mother, Appa: Father. ~

(© 14th June 2015)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

40 thoughts on “Paradise”

    • I certainly hope so, Megha, though it feels like they won’t. My little neighbors are already obsessed with computer games and mobile and such.

      All the best to you too 🙂

  1. Chinnu is so lucky she has grandparents in her life….! 🙂

    Lovely story Leo. Reminds you not to forget the little things in life that matter..

  2. Leo,

    This is surely a Paradise. These days, since both the parents work, kids spend a very little time with them. Also, a holiday like this, is a gift to them. A Paradise, as you said. I wish her paper boats reach the sea.

    I’ve written a similar post for Blog-a-Ton, but mine ends sadly. Maybe, I think I’ll read more stories on paper boats, this time. 🙂

    ATB for Blog-a-Ton!

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    • Yeah 🙂 Perhaps I might have been too, but as a child, I’d have done exactly what Mythili did. Make paper boats and let it rain 😀 Have fun with it.

      Thank you for dropping by, Alice 🙂

  3. Hi Leo, Just came back to BAT after a long hiatus…and as Vibhuti said, ‘your writing continues to be as lovely as always’. I agree in toto! Life is full of beauty…and one has just just Notice it! Beautifully written….. 🙂

    • And we more often do than not, Namrata 🙂 It’s the small things that cheer us up sooner than the big ones, I feel. Glad you loved the story. ATB to you too. :mrgreen:

    • It would be 🙂 Though I might be tempted to go for the safer route. Kids don’t feel that way 😀

      Glad you liked Paati and felt that the story was beautiful 🙂 Thank you, Sims.

  4. Hi Leo,
    Your beautiful story brought a smile to my face.
    I revisited my childhood.
    I missed my childhood friends..
    next time when it will rain heavily, I will make a paperboat too.
    Irony of life is we have a drink named after this carefree playful activity of making.. “paperboats” but no time in life to make one. ☺

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