Sandal wood

Beautiful sun day. But the sky was dull as it wore dark clouds.Two crows, though wet, swallowed something from the ground. Suddenly it started raining. Fragrance of sandalwood spread the whole house.

Abhi began to watch the rain from courtyard. He had a strong wish to count the rain drops. But how! He feared his mother. She would say he might get cough and cold if came out side. But he wanted to touch the rain at any cost. So he slowly came to the garden from backdoor. 
  

There was no sound of mother. She might be busy in kitchen. He moved towards the sandal wood and started to shake the tree with all might.  Showering, showering. Heavy shower it was. He was soaked. No more drops in sandal wood.  


Not a single sparrow hopping on the branches of any tree. The fading sun rays also might forget their past splendor. Abhi had been shaking the sandal wood for an hour. He was enjoying even his shivering in the fully drenched rain. “If that Appu was with me, how nice it would be,” he thought. Suddenly a call, “Abhi, where are you?”  Hearing the sound of his mother from courtyard,  he ran to the nearby cowshed. “What  to do?  How to escape from mother? ”  He hid himself to the dark corner of the cowshed, waiting to see the departure of his mother from courtyard. 




No sound. Nothing. The sound of newly bought  cooker might be sent her back to kitchen. He sighed in happiness. But suddenly, he heard a soft voice, “Come on Abhi.” His lips shivered seeing mother just in front of him. He closed his eyes. He might be fallen to the floor unless his mother would have not caught him.