In conversation with Winnie the Pooh 

In conversation with Winnie the Pooh 

We have a special guest tonight who will tell us all about colourful feathers and the birds eye view.  Please welcome Blue and Yellow Macau from the Mysore Zoo. We shall be spending the next 48 hours talking and asking questions. 


These two have been sitting on my sofa deep in conversation since 2 days. And I dare disturb them!  Now finally they have moved from that sofa to the other sofa and are watching Kung Fu Panda 2 comfortably cuddled in P’s lap. 


Have you ever had those times when your child keeps some toys in a certain place and says…. “tell everyone in the house that they are not supposed to move this” “Isko koi nahin uthaega” And then I’m made to give instructions to each and every member of the family and staff.  I’ve had a boat (it was a dry fruit dish usurped from me) with Pooh, Tigger And Eyore sailing in it for several months. They went around the world!! 

P is a pretend play queen (I feel so) She can play and play and play. She makes her own settings and has extensive dialogues. She does double roles and her soft toys are her play mates. Since A is still a little small to do role play. She still manages to get A to do stuff sometimes. So once they created a restaurant in their playroom. P was the manager and the one who takes the order. And A was the cook and waiter. As per P’s instructions she would go into the kitchen and bring the order. There were tables and chairs and toy cutlery for us. After the food was over A even made us wash our hands with a jug of water and a bowl (of course the water was imaginary ). 

It’s fun watching them. Just let them play without any tv or gadgets and you will be surprised at what all they can come up with. These are truly the best days of their lives. Minimum tension. Less studies, no stress of money or work, who cares about the house, someone will worry about my food, the list is endless. I say YOU enjoy it as much as you can. Work will always be there…. but take out some time for these little bundles of innocent joy. These memories can only be made once. They will never be the same age again. 

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