By the shade of the Mango Tree

"Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned." - Song of Songs.

"He's up there"

"What a mess!", Ayah gasped at the muddy floor of the Tree house.

"Pull him down" she ordered the kids. The boys began to jumping trying to get a hold of the hammock.

"Stoooppp!!! You'll break the floor" Ayah shrieked as the wooden floor began to creak.

"Then how do you think you are going to wake him? By screaming?" Saad her older brother, shouted annoyed.

Ayah didn't answer.... She began to scream... her brother's words to silence her served as an inspiration instead. The other girls began to scream as if answering some deep drawn dormant primal urge to let it all out.

The boys were on the floor rolling covering their ears. Saad braved his way to Ayah & began shouting in her ears, "STOPPP!!! SCREAMING WON'T WAKE HIMM!!"

"PLEASE STOP!! I HAVE TRIED THIS BEFORE!! IT DOESN'T WORKK!!" he pleaded. Of course it didn't work. After a few minutes of fruitless passionate screaming, the girls eventually quieted out.

"Satisfied? I told you it won't work on him" chided Saad. The kids were annoyed at the absolute disrespect shown to their efforts by the person in the hammock & as if to add insult to their injury, sounds of satisfied breaths were reverbing in the tiny wooden room.

Saad the eldest in the band had all eyes on him. Saad was scanning across the room looking for tools to reach the lofty hammock.

He began thinking, "Hmmmpphh.... Hitting him with objects won't work. Throwing water on him also has no effect... Throwing objects hmmm?... No same as hitting won't worrr------keeehhhhhh"

Abad, his mischievous younger brother out of nowhere threw a muddy sandal towards the hammock. He was grinning widely showing his mouthful of missing teeth as the sandal landed with a satisfying thump on the face of the arrogant sleeper evoking a collective gasp from the kids.

"Hmm... AHHHH IT'S BURNING... ITS BURNING MY NOSE!!" the hammock rocked violently.

"My handkerchief? Where is my handkerchief?" shouted Ayah at her brother Abad who had borrowed it just a few moments ago.

"Hehehe... Don't hit me but I used it to pick the dirty sandal."

"Aiiiyaaaahhh... give it back NOW!!" cried Ayah.

"I told you not to give it to him" her friend Kritika consoled her.

"The new Miss gave it to her. Give it back to her right now!" threatened the girls.

"Bbu- buut I don't have it now" stammered Abad trying to get away.

"What do you mean you don't have it? Give it back!!" the girls were cornering him.

"I don't have it..." he began running... the boys wanted no part in the drama gave him way... the girls chased him in a neatly organized line round the room. A few moments later he was stuck under a pile of girls choking him while he was giggling uncontrollably trying to answer.

"Teee Ker-chieedff phleww"

"hUH whattt?"

"Teee ker- cheewwpp plew"