The untold story of Muthu..

Muthu was a small boy of 11, in the village town of Vettiyoor. You could see him wearing his pair of woefully oversized brown shorts and what he liked to believe was a baniyan, either sitting on the branches of the big jackfruit tree in the village or in the rich expanse of the glorious paddy fields. Muthu was the darling of the womenfolk, never thinking twice about running errands for them, whatever time of day, be it fetching their daughters from school or filling up the pots with the water from the fields.
The only time he got to himself, he played his favorite game of Catch-Catch. He liked playing with himself, in some sense loved the feeling of competing with himself, having mastered Catch-Catch beyond perfection! The innocence in his little game of 'throw-the-stone-in-the-air-and-catch-it-till-the-world-gets-bored' was infectious and delightful. The game was in many ways a good reflection of his life. Easy, uncomplicated, and monotonous.

this was written on a lonely friday evening in office, even as yours truly was waiting for the wife to call.
Having just gotten that call, I shall duly leave, leaving Muthu at your mercy to blossom as you please! :)