A man of few words
Boudi: Eat soon Jishnu, and then we will all go out.
Jishnu: Pant?
Boudi: Yes you will wear pants.
Jishnu: Ma?
Boudi: Ma will wear pants too.
Jishnu: Shirt?
Boudi: Yes, Ma will wear a shirt.
Jishnu: Kaku?
Boudi: Yes, Kaku will wear a shirt too.
Jishnu: Pant?
Boudi: Yes he will wear pants as well.
Jishnu: Hmmm.
Boudi is what I call my sister-in-law. Kaku is me, Jishnu’s uncle.
Jishnu
He turns around and walks in the other direction, hoping that his parents won’t notice. He kicks and runs at the same time, hoping that his parents will let him play a little more.
He loves being outside. He loves to run behind chipmunks scurrying about. He loves to chase cats. Pigeons. Leaves that fly at the mercy of the wind.
He loves being in water. He will eat anything on the floor except the floor. He has the most hilarious change-my-diaper face. He is a cartoon. He loves playing peek-a-boo.
He is Jishnu. He is my year-old nephew.


