Aaru and Bapu
Aaru: Bapu, why do you always wear white clothes?
Gandhi: White feels cool, like gentle morning mist in spring. It reminds me to be simple, like fresh green grass after rain and sun.
Aaru: Did the police put you in jail?
Gandhi: Yes, little one. Sometimes under the heavy summer sun, behind hard stone walls, I waited and hoped for freedom, listening to the sound of wind in the tall trees outside.
Aaru: Weren’t you scared when you were in jail?
Gandhi: The dark nights in jail sometimes felt like monsoon storms, but even then, a patch of blue sky after rain or a bird’s song brought me hope.
Aaru: What is your favourite word, Bapu?
Gandhi: My favourites are Truth, Non-violence, and Caring for Everyone. They are like sunlight on autumn leaves, warming every heart, even when the air grows chill.
Aaru: Can you teach me something important?
Gandhi: Be gentle, as a soft breeze in springtime. Love everyone, like trees share their shade in summer. Stand up for what’s right, the way new flowers push through cool winter earth.
Aaru: Will you walk with me, Bapu?
Gandhi: Yes, Aaru. Let’s walk together, through rustling leaves and soft rains, and make the whole world bloom with kindness in every season.
resting on the grass
the charkha turns with sunlight
hope in small hands
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