“That night Aman’s brain worked overtime and started creating colorful dreams inside Aman’s head. All that began to be thrown into Aman’s sleep” A children’s story written by Arun Ravi
Was it the hair that was full of Aman’s head? And a child born from Amanel. Local people and family members will tell Aman.
“Aman, your hair is just like your character. How do the two stand together?
Aman laughs and they laugh. Only the hair will extend the lips. Aman’s hair does not like Aman’s character at all. He does not comb his head, even if he is going to take a bath, he does not pour a drop of water on his head. If it is spilled again, it will not be lost.
What a chicken!
Aman’s hair wanted to have a flowing, sleek and compact look.
“Let this perversion grow up. Then I need to change my shape” he would always think. And then a long sigh of “Mmmmmm”!
Aman’s hair grew longer than usual during the time he was home without school. But he didn’t go to any barber shop to get his hair styled. It is a sight to see now: Aman’s hair stands up like a porcupine quill stands up.
Hair is sad. Aman is happy. Aman’s paternal uncle and paternal grandmother are sad. The rest of the house doesn’t give a damn. According to them, when the hair grows, it will grow.
“My hairdressers, give me a trim and fix the check before I go to school. Aman’s hair will always pray, “Give me four full lice.” The lice-loving hair gods will say back, “If it wasn’t for the time the school opens, it can be installed for sure.”
That’s when his friends came one day to see Aman. Aman’s friends like him very much. They gathered around him, telling stories, laughing and playing.
Mudichekan was very sad to see this. He looked at himself and thought.. “A statue for me. This kid will make fun of me!”
What was feared happened. Ishaan, Aman’s best friend, comes and spills some of the popcorn they were eating on Aman’s head.
Then he said: “This is our popcorn holder! Oh.. full of sharp thorns”
Everyone was laughing. Aman laughed the most. “What a bad man he is. Even when he makes fun of his own hair, he laughs and has fun.
Apo De Veroral, Diya – he said. Aman’s hair is quiver and arrows. You can fight when you need to.
Everyone laughed this time too. Aman said amid laughter. “Okay, okay. They are all the arrows of my mind.”
Our hairstylist liked what he said, but he didn’t feel good that everyone was targeting him. It was as if he had turned his face away.
Tease again. Saidali, Aditya, Amrita, Ebin and all others create hair raising stories. There is no escape.. Amanel will laugh after hearing this!
Unable to bear the sadness, the child began to cry. Have you ever seen a man’s hair cry? It’s a terrible sight.
The crying hair of the laughing child.!
Suddenly a wind came. A cold hand touched Aman’s hair. The hair boy looked up. He saw that a long strand of hair was touching him. It was Amrita’s hair. She said slowly to him, “Are you crying?”
Aman’s hair looked at her in wonder. Suddenly a whistle was heard from a short distance away. He turned around and saw Eb’s curly black hair smiling and waving.
Aditya’s copper hair was also winking with laughter from the surrounding area. Surprise, joy and shame came together for Aman’s hair. “So many people like me. What kind of love do those children who carry their heads treat me even when they make fun of me? Until now I hadn’t noticed them.”
Seidali’s flowing hair cried out loudly as if she knew Aman’s hair thought.
Everyone laughed at his funny speech. Thinking that the hair was being blown by the wind, the children started holding their heads and touching their hair. The furry friends started laughing at this.
Aman’s hair is happy. Friends from all walks of life soon joined him. They started telling each other stories and exchanging delicious lice and reeds. Amrita’s hair, which was full of locks, was gifted with the most lice.
That’s when Imanikutty came there. She is another best friend of Aman. She is a stylist. He came and hugged Aman and said sorry for waiting. He grabbed her ear and gave her a squeal. The children all started laughing again.
Looking at Imanikutty’s hair, she said hello to the other hairy children. Although he recognized her by Aman’s hair before, he was shocked by this sight. Her hair is messier than usual. Lots of colours.. A lovely combination of blue, violet and white.
He hesitantly asked her.. “What about this?”
Other friends had the same doubts.
Imanikutty’s hair laughed and said.. “Isn’t it vacation time… Imani went to a shop and dyed it for me.” She was beaming with joy and pride.
Aman’s hair fell open. “What a market for her. If only I could be like this.” He thought as he looked down at his dirty and dull hairpins. They sat together for a long time, telling stories again. In the evening, the children went back to their homes along with their hair.
But Aman’s hair had Imani’s hair colors in mind.
“I want that too. But Aman, who doesn’t even think about keeping one, doesn’t seem to bother coloring me. What will you do next?
After thinking about it, he came up with a method. Sometimes things happen if you influence the brain inside Aman’s head. But what to do with it? He thought again..
“Hmm… let’s talk about it with Aman’s ears. If they say, sometimes the brain will listen.” He pulled himself up slowly and spoke to his ears. Both ears took him seriously. Then that night, when Aman was sleeping , decided to let the brain know about it.
That night, when Aman was sleeping covered in blankets, a message reached his ears and brain. Sir, who was resting, understood things in detail. And then he said.
“Yes, even if I think things don’t work out. This is not a problem for Amman. Even if I force him to do it, his uncle and grandmother who won’t even take him for a haircut don’t care. Grandfather and Mummumma will not agree at all. Poor hair boy, he doesn’t think his wish will come true”
The ears understood the matter and informed the boy. The child could not bear the sadness and began to cry. the poor I cried and cried and cried.
The ears, forehead and nose were greatly disturbed by this. Only the eyes did not know this because they were asleep. All of them met Mr Brain again.. “Do whatever. Isn’t he poor.” They said together.
The brain is also troubled. He began to think about what to do. He finally got Oridea. Let’s try it. he thought.
That night, Aman’s brain worked overtime and started creating colorful dreams inside Aman’s head. All that began to be thrown into Aman’s bed. The colors of the dreams filled Aman’s mind and began to pour out. These flowing colors settled at the roots of each strand of hair. Each root is like a coconut standing tall in a coconut pool with rain. Some of the above have louse like coconuts.
The colors slowly began to fade. Many colors began to stick to the hair strands. The night went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on…
The next morning, Aman’s mother came to wake him up and called “Keyo”. Uppa, unclepa, ummumma and all “keyo” “keyo” “keyo”. Wonder in everyone’s eyes. A rainbow floats over Amman.
Everyone was happy. Local residents, friends and barbershops from the next area came to see the miraculous hair dyed by himself.
Saidali, Ebin, Amrita, Aditya, Ishaan, Diya and Imani were among them. They came again and stood next to Aman who was standing in Gama.
Ishaan looked at Aman’s hair and said slowly: “Oh… a popcorn holder full of rainbows…”
Everyone laughed. Aman also laughed… everyone’s hair also laughed.. only Aman’s hair was touched.. and after a moment he too burst out laughing…
Then he gave everyone colored lice.
- Let’s read the story written by Veena tomorrow in Kutti Kathakoot
