All in the family
*Our relatives from the mother’s side are called maternal relation and those from the father’s side are called paternal relatives.
Abhay looks at is mother’s album. He likes the picture of his mother dressed in the NCC uniform. She was an NCC cadet during her collage days. He also admires the picture which shows her riding a motorcycle.
Now Abhay’s mother has grown up. She works in an office. She looks after the entire family.
People change as they Grow
Abhay’s mother now looks very different from what used to look when she was very young. In old pictures, even Abhay’s grandmother looked different. She was much younger then. Now she has grey hair.
Abhay’s mother tells him that people change as they grow. Their looks, behavior and lifestyle change.
The family
Father, mother and children together make a family. Abhay’s grandmother tells him that when she was young, her grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews, all lived together in a big house. Such a big family where all the members stay together is called a joint family.
Abhay now lives only with his parents. A small family where only parents and children stay together is called a nuclear family. In cities, most people stay in nuclear families.
Do you live in joint family or a nuclear family?
Adoption
Do you know anyone who has adopted a child?
All babies need love and care. They need to be looked after. Sometimes children lose their parents in accidents or natural disasters like earthquakes, cyclones and tsunamis.
Sumangala is a little girl. She lost both her parents in the Gujarat earthquake. She was just five years old at the time. Since there was no one to look after her, she was taken to an orphanage. One day Mrs. and Mr. Singh came to the orphanage. They too had lost their only daughter in the same earthquake. They wanted to adopt a girl child and look after her.
When someone brings up a child who is not born to them, it is called adoption. The child who is cared for is called the adopted child. The parents who look after the adopted child are the foster parents of the child.
Mrs. and Mr. Singh decided to adopt Sumangala. She was happy to find a new home. So Sumangala became the adopted child of Mrs. and Mr. Singh and they became her foster parents.
The only one who
could make my bravery
prostrate to the harp of her heart
The only one whose
swagger could abase
the shimmer of my manhood
and massive muscle
She cast a spell,
not a bargain,
yet my soul smiled
with an unseen trust,
that it would smile
from the strike of her heart's harp
Honoured by Zeus,
worshipped by Aphrodite
anointed by Apollo,
she surely was the walking platinum
that bewildered manhood
She took her steps like sunlight,
the was know glitter like her,
my ego broke out in a cold sweat,
colder than iceberg,
because she was volcanic
and her beauty was an eruption
of passion,
my she was a cardiac Pinatubo,
or the Pompei of my soul
It was like, I was clothed
by a thousand avalanches,
a chill not even a snowman would feel,
but only her, knew
the way to arose the glazing fondness
of a man,
and my body, my soul, my spirit,
and more importantly my heart,
remains arrested with desire
due to her magnetic field,
seduction was the cologne
she wore,
she was spicy!
By Kakraba Afful
My she was fritos dipped
in a swarm of chili sauce,
but even if I had her,
my lips will still be calling
for her endless ecstacy
My! If I had her,
I would be an instant
celebrity of the human heart,
like oreo,
blessed with the pure
cream of want,
doubly enticed by two crispy buns
of question;
who was she?
and where was she from?
What can I say,
she was a walking Dorito,
sprinkled with the cheese
of wonder,
My! she was just amazing
but something about her
made me want more,
her almighty magnetism
kept calling my hands
my presence
and my heart
I'm pretty sure
her kiss tasted like cheetos
but unlike sprite
she never quenched my
thirst for her!
By Kakraba Afful
she was my armour,
not even the arrows of life
could conquer me when she was there
my breastplate of gold,
my breastplate of power
whenever she walked,
shadows got burnt,
she wore the cloak of the sun
everywhere she went,
she always went with the
glory of my heart,
my wondering heart,
always wondering how she did it,
she was the perfume I wore
my whole life,
powerful five years
my eyes would question tears then,
not know,
sadness seems to be my consolant
brother, by the curse of her departure,
there was a strange
eclipse of the shadows,
and she wasn't around to burn them
with her cloak of the sun
it seems I was living in a nighmare
that never left,
a tornado that eternally
tore apart my heart,
but if she was here,
she would have made it bow to me,
she was immensely powerful,
she was my princess...
By Kakraba Afful
Cupid was gifted with an intentional
sleeping potion the day we met,
he slept mightily
Well, I don't have much to say
but something about those
eyes made my smile duet till
my mind began to see the wandering galaxy
and nothing else,
and my heart run of to the milky way
thank God I her presence
was the talisman of my confidence,
otherwise my lips
would have tremble in mighty shyness
at the sight of this luminous queen,
who footsteps were sunlight
and footprints a hive of curiosity
She sparkled like a diamond
and her presence is forever
in the museum of my mind
Like I said, Cupid slept
the day our hearts kissed
I wanted her,
she wanted me,
so we made out
and love laughed eternally
my heartbeat melted into yonder dreams.
By Kakraba Afful
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