R and I have been going for 5pm walks everyday. It has been a month and now we have gone from being 2 to a gang of 8.
It started with the little boy who told me about Rattle snakes, Black mambas, Pythons and Spitting Cobras. He told me all the types on Venoms. There are 4. or is it 5? The shape of venom glands; that those exist. That a venomous snake’s head is triangular and non-venomou’s round. The different ways in which each of these snakes attack. I wonder what hard-earned knowledge my brain discarded to make space for words like: Neurotoxin, Cardio-toxic, Hemotoxic, Cyto-toxic…
Then joined the boy who showed us all the beehives in our colony. There are 6.
After the walk, the 5 pm gang sits on the bench where everyone speaks at the top of their voices, at the same time. And one littulian (Littulians are 2-5 years olds) is always saying “I am 5 years old” for consistency’s sake.
On more energetic days, we play in the park; spraying water from a Colin spray can on others while they run for life. Some days, the olders (6-10 years) spend all of our time of the play-time explaining a complicated game to the Littulians.
“You will give us a category…then we will pick things from the category…then you..”
“I will be orange”
“Sure…if the category is Fruits or Colours. But don’t announce it like this in front of the denner. He has to guess.”
“So give us a category”
The littulans were are easy to catch because they do not know they have to be running. So now they must be denners. Then the olders go through the trouble of explaining the concept of “categories” to them; only to realize that they had forgotten to explain the concept of ‘den’ to them. So now everyone one is running and no one is catching. “I am orange” yells the denner mid sprint. And the explaining begins all over again.
If things work out, or seem like they can work out, many many minutes are spent in learning new names “Jas-mint?” “Jaasmeeg?” “Jazzminz?”
“Okay we are ready: Rose, Lily, Lotus, Mogra, Jasmii and Orange”