Bicharu Pooh

The great part of parenting is the creative loose that you get. Inventing stories, ideas, philosophies as you go along the path. Story telling is such an important and integral part of the whole process and (in a lighter vein) so also is story listening.
Jispa has a small 6 inch teddy bear she calls pooh. She likes to call him bicharu pooh, translated: poor pooh. Her bicharu pooh goes along with her on trips, sleeps with her and generally accompanies her at times. He is not a 24 hour support is there, around quite a lot these days. Yesterday I told her the story of some other bicharu pooh. Here is shorter version. Of course a story read misses the drama of a story told. But read on…
Once there was a small girl called nanu bablu (literally: small baby). She loved her bicharu pooh a lot. She played with it, she slept with it. She put it to have bath in the washing machine once a week so that he could be clean and smelt good. Nanu bablu used to play with her bicharu pooh all the time. She loved bicharu pooh and bicharu pooh loved nanu bablu. As nanu bablu grew up she played with bicharu pooh less often. She used to keep bicharu pooh on the table and go about doing her work. Bicharu pooh was happy to see his nanu bablu grow up. One day her mother while cleaning nanu bablu’s room put bicharu pooh in the cupboard. Nanu bablu had forgotten about bicharu pooh and did realize it. So it sat in the cupboard waiting… there was a very tiny crack in the cupboard and het could see very little of his nanu bablu. He could see her studying, growing up, talking on the phone, having friends over. But it was growing sad that it could not play with nanu bablu.
Once nanu bablu open the cupboard and bicharu pooh was happy that he would be out of that place. But nanu bablu just picked up something from behind and shut it. Bicharu pooh was all alone again. It gathered dust. It was dirty. An ant had even walked across it.
One day nanu bablu got married and went away. Bicharu Pooh was all alone and could see no one from the crack. It was very sad.
After some time nanu bablu came back looking pregnant. She was about to deliver a baby. The baby also soon arrived. Suddenly nanu bablu realized that she had bicharu pooh in the cupboard. She dug him out, washed him, cleaned him. He was smelling good and clean again. She put bicharu pooh next to nanu nanu bablu to play. Bicharu pooh was soo happy. Nanu nanu bablu was playing with him, he was playing with nanu nanu bablu. He enjoyed being with nanu nanu bablu. He slept with nanu bablu on one side and nanu nanu bablu on the other side. He was very happy.

There you are simple story. Not really original about the plot line. The interesting thing was that while I in the middle of telling the story, Jispa got quite emotional during the sad part. She actually let a few tears roll. I think the crack part was especially poignant. But as said later I knew it would be happy in the end. All sad stories have happy endings. While as much as I could have got sadistic pleasures, I refrain sad endings. Life must have hope and happiness. Things might bad, sad or wrong but they must result in happiness at the end. C’est la vie. Depression is not our destined end of way.