In summers I along with my elder brother usually used to bunk the day nap violating the order of parents. For us it was bedsore activity to stay in the bed for like an hour when we did not wish to sleep. who likes to do so when he or she is a child and so were we. We usually had placed a pillow at the center of the bed along with cushion with a little gap from the pillow at the center of the bed and hide this arrangement under the blanket, to dodge our parents and make them think we are under the blanket.
Today we followed the same routine we usually had sneak through the only window in our room and made our way to the lawn. My brother opened the window and I was the first to go through it and now was my brother turn. My elder brother is bulky while I am super slim. I greatly applaud my body when I go through that tiny window of our room but for my brother it had been and is still a struggle.
Today he made it with great difficulty. He got stuck in the middle, half of him inside the room and half outside. I tried to pull him out but first attempt proved futile one however on second attempt I pulled him with full of my strength. This time it worked but after a moment, I found myself being sandwich between the floor and my fatty brother which was lying over me like I am his mattress
I wished mom and dad had not been sleeping, I would have cried loudly but reluctantly
I digested it like tom does upon being hit with the hammer by Jerry in toe nails. Frisking my clothes, I climbed my favorite plum-tree and my brother hauled himself on the one which was inclined and easy to climb.
our house is a big though construction side is small, so we have a lot of ROOM to cultivate. These two plum trees were the by product of this space and these were fully grown by the time we moved in this house.
I hardly swallowed few plums and my brother still deciding on which branch of a tree he shall sit, that I heard a sound like somebody has thrown down the bolts of our verandah door and indeed I was correct. Moments later my mother appeared with her favorite sandal with which she usually like to spank us, on this i and my brother said with a unison, “OH! CRAP”.
Mom with her heavy voice” Kashif! You are ten years old and four-year older than Zahid (me). You shall be the one refraining your younger brother from climbing on the trees and you are doing so”. Kashif tried to say something but mom started again” Both of you get down and come here.I descended from the tree in a way one descend the stairs
briskly so that mom might think that it is not hard for me to climb and might spare me. She did not notice it. Kashif plucked few plums and hid them in his pockets when mom was staring at me.
It was me who received the reward first. I said it is my last time I will not do so again” but to no use.
she whipped me on such a place where she could find meat the most on me and those were my butts. After having my reward I rubbed my rear on the marbles of veranda. MOM could have spank Kashif anywhere but she went for his rear as well. I DO not know why? Maybe its her way of doing justice. Kashif too copied and sat on the cool marbles. What a cooling sensation we had after sitting on the marbles. I wish mom had known, I can blog about it then she might had spared us.