Festival Flitting
Mira: "Tara, stop! You’re making the rangoli all messy!"
Tara: "I’m not! I’m just… checking every corner."
Mira: "You keep running from the marigolds to the diyas to the sweets."
Tara: "Because everything looks so pretty! I can’t stay in one place."
Amma: "Girls, what’s happening here?"
Mira: "Amma, Tara won’t sit and help. She just hops around like a restless sparrow."
Tara: "I’m trying to help! I put one flower here, then I remember the ladoos, then the candles…"
Amma: "I saw you, Tara. You flit from the flowers to the lamps to the laddoo box."
Tara: "Flit? Like a butterfly that can’t decide which flower to sit on?"
Amma: "Exactly. Quick, light, here-then-there, just like that."
Mira: "Well, her flitting is making the rangoli crooked."
Tara: "Hmm. What if I flit only with my eyes and hands, but keep my feet in one place?"
Mira: "So you stay right here, and your hands can flit around the colors?"
Tara: "Yes! See, my fingers flit from blue to yellow to pink, but I’m not running off."
Amma: "Now that’s some clever festival flitting."
Mira: "Okay, Tara, you can flit your fingers… just don’t flit away with the sweets."
Tara: "Promise. I’ll only flit to the ladoos after we finish this last circle."