On a Friday morning in the jungle
Griz slowly opened her eyes. Sunlight was streaming into her cave slowly, bringing to focus the cluttered mess that she'd closed her eyes to for some time... really long winter. Empty bottles of honey strewn everywhere, blankets in every hue and pattern, a rolled up Haaz taking over half the bed and a tiny bundle of cubs at her feet. Griz wondered how she ever got any sleep all winter.
Gingerly she climbed out of the bed, making sure she nudged no one on her way out. A nippy spring day greeted her. The jungle looked different from the image in her memory. Well wouldn't it when you sleep through an entire season? Where was everyone? Griz looked around to see if anyone had come looking for her and left notes. None were to be seen.
Then she remembered; Princess Duck was planning to fly South for winter. Sigh! I guess a pair of wings made one a globe-trotter while an unruly coat of fur just took you underground. Gif and Gef should be at their new home. Did Gif really paint her walls green like she wanted to? What were Zeb and Boaz upto? Did they really colour their stripes purple? Griz could imagine the headlines: "Zebras make fashion statement at Jungle Fashion Week". What was the latest drink at Mango Mumpteen? Did Rodney finally go on a diet?
Griz realised she had slept too long and missed most of the action. Could one really be present and yet be absent from it all? Should building a new life always exclude the best bits of the past? Can't there ever be a stop at Mango Mumpteen on the way to Honey Market?
She looked back into the cave. The fur ball that was Haaz was twitching under the bright morning light. Somethings can't be swept under the carpet; maybe grape juice stains were just the art the carpet needed. Maybe somewhere in between all the spring cleaning and fur-trimming and honey hoarding, a small drink with Zeb can be had. Or a dance with Princess Dee. Or even an evening with Gif exchanging stories. Maybe.
Griz smiled endearingly at her cubs. A long season of overhaul was in store and it all starts with a firm kick in the butt. For her brood.
Gingerly she climbed out of the bed, making sure she nudged no one on her way out. A nippy spring day greeted her. The jungle looked different from the image in her memory. Well wouldn't it when you sleep through an entire season? Where was everyone? Griz looked around to see if anyone had come looking for her and left notes. None were to be seen.
Then she remembered; Princess Duck was planning to fly South for winter. Sigh! I guess a pair of wings made one a globe-trotter while an unruly coat of fur just took you underground. Gif and Gef should be at their new home. Did Gif really paint her walls green like she wanted to? What were Zeb and Boaz upto? Did they really colour their stripes purple? Griz could imagine the headlines: "Zebras make fashion statement at Jungle Fashion Week". What was the latest drink at Mango Mumpteen? Did Rodney finally go on a diet?
Griz realised she had slept too long and missed most of the action. Could one really be present and yet be absent from it all? Should building a new life always exclude the best bits of the past? Can't there ever be a stop at Mango Mumpteen on the way to Honey Market?
She looked back into the cave. The fur ball that was Haaz was twitching under the bright morning light. Somethings can't be swept under the carpet; maybe grape juice stains were just the art the carpet needed. Maybe somewhere in between all the spring cleaning and fur-trimming and honey hoarding, a small drink with Zeb can be had. Or a dance with Princess Dee. Or even an evening with Gif exchanging stories. Maybe.
Griz smiled endearingly at her cubs. A long season of overhaul was in store and it all starts with a firm kick in the butt. For her brood.
Labels: Fantasy, Fiction, Jungle Tales
posted by Kumari at 2:37 PM
4 Comments:
aww..Ponci! You are back!
just like Griz!! wonderful imagination...
finally a post.. Maya keeping u busy!! Am sure she will hear wonderful stories, you should write your own children's books :)
I second Meera's comment. You should writer children's books. What a wonderful imagination. :)
@Raji: Hey welcome Raji! Thank you and yes, I am finally back to the one thing I actually know to do :)
@Meera: Oh yes she's keeping me busy for more hours than there are in a day! Danke! some day...
@Vee: Thanks, like I told Meera, someday all my stories will see the light :)
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