The lighting thundered through the dark of the night and
rain pelted like rocks on the roof of the house. Beeku peeped through the cover
of his blanket into the dark night. Lighting created shadows of monster on his
walls. Another loud crackle of thunder and he threw himself into the arms of
his mother.
She looked at him with a smile.
“What happened?” she looked into his terrified eyes.
“There are monster fighting outside” Beeku pulled the covers
over his head.
“ Why do you say that? It is just lightening” She pulled him
closer.
“Why is there such bright lights and sound when its
lightning?” Beeku asked still shaken. It was already past Beeku’s bedtime, so
her mother thought to wrap it up in a bed time story.
“Oh that is just God
cleaning away the dust in the sky”
“Cleaning?” He eyes
his mother suspiciously. He was smarter than what his mother thought him to be.
“Hmm, yes. He is making his kids do the task, since it’s
they who created all those clutters of black clouds around the sky” she looked
at Beeku meaningfully.
“Ohh , which kids
created those clouds?” Beeku asked innocently.
“The ‘sun’ and the ‘water’ ones. Sun was just having fun
boiling up the water up the sky all day and clouds came into being. They
cluttered and cluttered until whole sky was dark. So finally now they are
washing it back down as rain”
“But I don’t see sun cleaning this up there now” he looked
out in the dark.
“Oh you will see him in the morning, once he cleans up all
his mess it will be much easier to see him” She explained to Beeku.
“Why is there so much of noise and light?”
“When you put all the toys in the box it makes noise right?
In the same way when they try to shift things around, it makes thunder. And
lightning is just God throwing torch on earth to inspect if there is anything
left to be washed out below.”
“What would have happened if they did not clean it up?”
Beeku asked thoughtfully. Probably wondering what type of punishment does God
gives to his own kids.
“Well then clouds will be just getting piled up and when
they finally clean it will be much louder noise, rain and lighting. Sometimes
they had to clean for days to come and you would not be able to play outside”
Mother explained lovingly.
Beeku looked out for a minute and then turned to his mother”
I hope they would clean up before tomorrow morning. I want to play in a clean
playground”
“I am sure they will be done by that time” she kissed him
and tucked him back in the bed.
“Good night Mom” he called out as she switched off the
lights in the room.
She came out to find Beeku’s father standing outside the
door.
“Where do you come up with these stories?”
“Oh well, I guess imagination strikes when you become a
mother” She smiled at him.
“Good, I am going to send him to you when he asks how are babies born” He grinned at her.
She took a deep breath and thought, What all a mother has to
endure?
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