Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Sun, 14 Jun 2009
THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING GULAB JAMUNS, plus recipe at Donna's Diner, here in Diddilydeedotsdreamland|
THE MYSTERY OF THE
the story by Sangeetha
From the DIMDIMA Oct
looked up from my Spider Man comics. at last there
was a strange noise in the kitchen. You see, I had
set a trap! "Why because for the past couple of
days, our house
has been in turmoil. The delicious looking gulab
jamuns that my mother so painstakingly prepared
each day, kept disappearing without any clue as to
who the culprit was! And since everyone knew of my
weakness for anything sweet, I was the obvious
very disappointed with you Arun!" said my mom. "Not
only have you stolen, but you have added lying to
your list of crimes. If you haven't said you are
sorry, or at least found out where the sweets are
going. I'm afraid I shall have to punish you
Now I knew I was in trouble, and I had
two options, either confess to a crime I hadn't
committed or find out who is the real thief
I always fancied
myself as a detective, so this was my chance to put
my detective prowess to the test.
the kitchen, from whence the noise came. I crept up
behind the cupboard where the gulab jamuns
had been strategically placed by me earlier. I
would catch this culprit red
Can you imagine my
surprise when I realised that the thief was my
young sister! The naughty girl had let everyone
believe I was a thief and a liar, how could she do
that to me. So I decided to surprise her, and crept
up behind her, hoping to catch her eating her first
But she wasn't
eating anything, in fact she was busy pouring the
sweets from our container into another one. But
A good detective,
realising there was more to this story, quietly
backed away and then retrieving my camera from the
bedroom, I followed Nitya through the door.
Then I thought, Nitya hated sweet things, so
why would she be taking these? It was becoming a
bigger riddle than I thought.
I followed my sister,
down the road and through the small park. Goodness
me I suddenly realised she was going to our secret
hiding place. But she stopped just before the way
into our den and say down on the grass. She looked
at her watch and just kept watching, she was
definitely waiting for someone, but who could it
Suddenly a big smile crossed her face
and I immediately held the camera to my eye, to
take the photo that would prove my innocence and
But it was not to be. As
I looked at the young girl who came over to Nitya
and sat besides her on the grass. I realised that I
had seen this little one before.
She was a
young beggar girl. One whom we often passed on our
way home from school. She was always at the corner
of the street begging with her baby brother.
let the camera fall down by my side as I realised
the treat that my small sister was giving to the
Who quickly ate away the gulab
jamuns, leaving no photo and no proof. They were
gone in seconds, then the little one , looked up
and smiled , putting her hands on Nitya's shoulders
"Thank you Didi!* I have never
eaten such delicious sweets."
I left them
walked back home, wondering what to do. I decided
that the best thing to do was to tell mother
everything. I knew she wouldn't be to angry at my
sister. And this is what I did. I was very pleased
that mom believed me, and Nitya was given a small
telling off for not telling mom what she was doing,
and also for getting me into trouble, but she
also made sure that from that day on, she made a
few extra gulab jamuns for the little beggar girl
and her brother.
*In India, A"Didi," is like a sister,
a true friend.
I also found this about a Didi,
and thought it looked really
of tears are generated by the human eye.
protect the eye and keep it moist.
flush out the eye when
it becomes irritated.
And emotional tears flow
in response to sadness,
distress, or physical pain.
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