Puzzled, Mindy's eyes scanned the open box of crayons on the desk. Some pencils were blunt, a few broken and the colour white was missing. Miss Gomes had set the kids buzzing like bees with her instruction for the class. "Children, draw anything that's part of nature and that which you love. But you will also have to describe whatever you draw."
Mindy's tubby fingers grazed against the violet crayon pencil and she playfully picked it up. Her eyes darted to the blank page in her drawing book. The pencil in her right hand, Mindy unmindfully brushed aside the unruly curls tickling her left cheek. What was she thinking? What would she come up with, little Mindy just shy of six...
Next, she stretched her hand and pulled out the colour indigo. Together she pressed both the crayon pieces between her thumb and index-plus-middle fingers. Bent over the page, her head slightly tilted to the right, Mindy started drawing. Over the next twenty minutes, she flitted between the page and her box of crayons rather purposefully for someone her age. Strings of golden curls covered her face from the right. Miss Gomes strolled by a couple of times but couldn't quite catch a glimpse of what Mindy was up to. But she let her be.
After a while, Mindy raised her head, her small frame still bent over the page. "Miss Gomes," she called out. "I have finished. May I come and show you my drawing?" "Sure darling," replied Miss Gomes. Excited, Mindy sprang up, took a few quick steps and then almost made a dash towards Miss Gomes. "Here it is," she said stretching her hands out.
Miss Gomes took the open book from her and in seconds her face lit up. Little Mindy had drawn a giant rainbow. And the words below the colorful display read: A RAINBOW FROM OVEN OF HEAVEN. Miss Gomes turned to Mindy. "It's beautiful, sweetheart. How did you come up with that, Mindy," she asked.
Mindy smiled a naughty smile. "The muffins in my lunch box that mama has packed came from the oven in the kitchen. This, Miss Gomes, was prepared in the oven of heaven."
I love how children will use words they hear in original ways. It's simple poetry. "the oven of heaven" is such a wonderful phrase, because as Mindy knows, all good things come from heaven just as good things come from the oven at home. A delightful post.
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Very creative thinking on the child's part.
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Such a sweet story!!
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DeleteSo beautiful, Arpita. You left me craving for more.. Now i want to know about little Mindy's life!
ReplyDeleteWonderful lil story! Mindy reminds me so much of my lil curly haired girl ❤️
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