Plopping Colors
Mira: "Ayaan, don’t run! You’ll make the rangoli colors spill!"
Ayaan: "I’m just getting my toy car. I’m not even close to—"
Mira: "Oh no! The bowl!"
Ayaan: "Uh-oh. The blue powder just went plop on the floor."
Mira: "It landed like a fat raindrop. Now there’s a blue mountain on Amma’s clean tiles."
Ayaan: "My sock went plop in it too. Now my toes look like a monster’s."
Amma: "What’s all this plopping and monster talk in the hallway?"
Mira: "The bowl slipped and went plop, Amma. The color jumped out like it was excited."
Ayaan:plop! Like a water balloon." "I didn’t mean to, but the sound was funny. Like…
Amma: "Hmm. Funny sound, messy result. What should we do now?"
Mira:plop, plop—when it falls from my spoon." "We can fix it. I’ll scoop the color back. Listen—
Ayaan: "I’ll dab with this wet cloth. Every time it drops on the floor, it goes a tiny plop too."
Amma: "That’s better. The floor is shining again, and the color is back in the bowl."
Mira:plop where we want them." "See, Ayaan? The rangoli will look pretty, and we only let the colors
Ayaan: "Next time my feet feel like running, I’ll remember that one wrong plop can spoil all the fun."