The Smiling Boy Climbing Up The Tree

"Yousef  where are you?" 

Who is that the smiling boy? How old is he? What does he look like? Who does he look like? 


We are all having our chin chum by the side of garden in front of the house. Four of us plus one. The summation should be five but one is irrelevant as far as chin chum session is concerned. He is too new to the world of chin chum. There is no urge for him to come nearer except as a 'spoiler' , so to speak, to distract our focus. Then he smiled after the work done. He looks like his father. Smiling likes his mother showing dimple on the cheeks. 

He is Yousef Imran. One year plus boy. He looks like a strong army  shouldering heavy weapon, the machine gun. So strong like a popey the spinach against the big giant.


We are so immense in our eating. There are chicken slices, beef, shrimps, squids and vegetables. So enjoyable. Great. We are all deep in that sea of chin chum. Drowning.

Somehow the mother realized we are minus one. The one now has become relevant. More relevant than the taste of chin chum. "Where is Yousef?"  The mother is shivering, her eyes looking around try to find the glimpse  of Yousef. "Yousef , where are you boy?" The father takes turn to wonder. "Yousef darling". The grandma chips in so soft the voice that no one can hear.

"There, over there. He is climbing up the tree", The grandpa so happily pointing at Yousef who is already half way through. Every body is rushing to Yousef. What a good and strong boy.


Now every body says that four plus one is five. No one is irrelevant no matter what. We all have agreed that while we are soaking in the deep sea of chin chum we just can not afford to ignore our love ones. No. Not in the future.

But Yousef still continue to smile. Smiling all the way down the tree, happily.