Red Apples and Smiles!

Red apples blossomed in the cheeks of kids as they jumped their ways into the scenic Minnetonka Orchard. It was our first visit to a U Pick Farm where consumers get to pick, choose and harvest the produce. Apples were everywhere – on Earth, trees and in the hearts of the visitors! Clear open sky, vast green Earth and natural splendor of the place did wonders to our spirit. The decision to pick apples on Labor Day at the start of Fall was not a bad idea at all. Here are some pictures of the place for you.

Kids having a field day!

We took a ride in the famous John Deere tractor.

A lovely red barn – firsthand experience of farm life.

Friendly livestock and a maze created in a cornfield at the background.

Apple field beyond.

Some delicious blackberries.

A place right in the nature’s lap!

There were other amazing things including a hay fun stack, food zone and play area for kids. As we made our way back to our car with a bag full of the delicious fruit, I admired the concept behind the place. How easily it connected us, the disconnected town folks, back to Mother Earth.

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Small Thing # 4 – Why this Polar Bear, Polar Bear di?

Who can forget the famous Tanglish song – ‘Why this Kolaveri Di?’ which became an internet phenomenon in 2011. The rough cut video song, featured on and sung by the  immensely talented Dhanush, had a curious lyrics of Tamil and English. 

Kolaveri means ‘Killer Rage’ in Tamil. Here, the failed lover asks his girl innocently – Why do you have this killer rage against me, lady?

Well, recently, my six year old gave it a nursery rhyme twist. We had a party and the song played throughout. The following day, in the car, I heard him singing with all his heart and soul – Why this Polar Bear, Polar Bear di? I heartily laughed and then corrected him!


But on second thoughts, may be, I’ll encourage him to use his own lyrics. Who knows it may turn out quite well… like the original version which accidentally got released on internet😀. Cheers!

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Small Thing#2 – Fidget Spinner, the sensational toy!

When my son told me about mighty Fidget Spinners, I stared at him dumbly. Later, I googled but found nothing great about the toy except that it acts as stress reliever. But kids (nephew, niece, neighbourhood kids… everyone) are raving about it this year! 

This latest toy fad has taken school going kids in US by the storm. And grown ups like me are clueless about these weird flashy things! They are just so ordinary.

We also received a letter from the Principal banning the toy from school premises because kids were acting crazy over it. 

I don’t know how Fidget Spinner people marketed this toy but they have certainly succeeded. After repeated request and good jobs, my son got his Fidget Spinner yesterday! And he was on top of the world. He promised to be the ‘nicest boy ever’ and carried it around like a precious treasure. Didn’t know Fidget Spinners were that effective! LOL!

A Child’s Note to Parents

Dear Parents,

Soon you would be having conference regarding my performance in school. As you listen, please remember that what my teacher might be describing may not be the complete truth. So, do not get uptight if you hear any blemish. I hope you will accept me as I am as long as I am trying.

Remember that all children do not walk or speak at the same age, nor do they learn math, reading or science at the same rate. Please do not compare me to my brothers, sisters, cousins or friends. I am unique to this world. Be realistic in setting my goals. Challenge me but do not push me beyond my abilities. Please let me be a child first before labelling me as a success or a failure.

The conference would be a picture of me at school. I am very different at home. In school, I have to deal with around 25-50 kids my age, I sometimes respond in a different manner. My teacher knows me at school, You know me at home. The real ‘Me’ is somewhere in between.

When these images blend with sufficient understanding, acceptance and love, I hope you’ll see a unique individual who can make you proud and bring happiness to our family.

Love you,

Your Kid

(We received this touching leaflet from my Son’s school before a conference. I could not help sharing. Do share this post, it is worth the effort. Because sometimes we adults are incapable of seeing a child’s point of view.)


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Comic Relief

As they watched a movie in the theatre, little Avi fidgeted. “When will spiderman come?”, he asked. “Hush, he will come soon,” his mom whispered, making sure others watched in peace.

In the film, the dreaded biker’s gang was wrecking the town. And the heroine was murdered. Mom had teary eyes, when Avi interrupted again. “What about Spiderman?”, he asked. “Eat the popcorns, Spiderman will come at the end,” she tried to distract him. 

He ate for a while and began to play with the popcorns. While in the film, the hero was about to be killed and there was pin drop silence! Just then, to mom’s horror, the spidey fan vocalized loudly – 

Spiderman, Spiderman, 

Does whatever a spider can

Spins a web, any size,

Catches thieves just like flies, look out…

Embarassed, she scooped the little singer up and walked out of the theatre but the crowd cheered. The film was too intense, they needed comic relief!

(This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the amazing Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Thank you Sunayana for the image. Please CLICK HERE for more.)

The Big Brother

He knew it was late. His mother would be anxiously waiting for him but he wanted to dilly dally. He wished, she could come down to receive him at the bus stop just like she used to do! But these days she was always busy with the whining little thing, they brought from the hospital. 

It was his dream to be a big brother but now he realised how challenging it was. The baby was a cranky one. If only they could replace her with a sweet, sleepy baby! He no longer liked being a big brother. He wanted constant attention from his parents more than ever.

Dragging his feet, he went home. His mother was at the door with the baby. She reproached him for loitering around. But the cranky one smiled. He ignored her. But she cooed again and held out her baby hand. 

His feelings changed from dejection to exhilaration! She was quite cute, after all!

(This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Thank you Jessica Haines for the image. Please CLICK HERE for more.)