When Nonu was born, his parents named him Nonu.
Nonu liked his name, because he smiled whenever someone called him by that name.
When momma asked – “who’s my brave lil’ boy?”
He cried- “NONU!”
When dadda asked- “Who will have the biggest chunk of cake?”
He exclaimed- “NONU!”
Nonu was enjoying his days with momma, dadda, granny and granpa.
Everyone was looking for him all day.
“Where’s lil Nonu?”
“What will Nonu like for snack time?”
One day, when Nonu was running after a bright yellow butterfly, who looked so much like Granny in her bright yellow saree, he heard momma calling out to him.
“Nonu, rise and shine. It’s your first day at school.”
Nonu rubbed his eyes, and found him in his bed beside Tim, his teddy.
Momma said again, “Nonu, it’s your first day at school? It’s going to be amazing!”
Nonu wasn’t sure. It just doesn’t sound good, ‘school’!
Momma dressed him in his favorite Popeye tee and grey shorts with three big pockets.
Granpa put one candy in each of the pockets. And Granny planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Dadda started the car and off they went.
In a few minutes, momma said goodbye to Nonu and before he could say anything, she hurried off.
Nonu’s lips quivered.
What’s happening? Where’s he? And who are these people. Some looked like his momma, but smiled his granny. They all seemed to love him.
Suddenly, one of the women smiled at him and said, “Neil, would you like to come with me to the garden? We have some really beautiful red flowers.”
Nonu was even more confused.
Was she talking to me? Who’s Neil?
Nonu quickly looked away. He looked all around for his mother. He would burst into cries when he’ll see her, he thought. But she’s not here.
Then he heard it again.
“Neil, come join us for snacks.”
This time it was somebody else. Nonu didn’t know what to do.
But then he saw what the woman was pointing at. Cakes!
Nonu never says no to cakes. So he joined in. But with the last bite of cake, he started missing momma again.
“Neil, momma will be back soon. Let’s play on the swings till then,” said the woman again.
Now, Nonu got angry. This school thingy is not working for him.
They can’t even get my name right.
Nonu had just reached the slide, when momma called him out.
“Having fun, Neil?”
Nonu was surprised. How is it even…?
On the way back, momma told Nonu that Neil is his real name.
“What’s Nonu, then?”
“Hmm, that’s your pet name, son.”
“But, I don’t have a pet!
“I mean, that’s your nickname.”
“Now who’s Nick?”
“Urrgh… anyways did you like your school?”
“Not at all. I am not going to that place from tomorrow.
I want to stay with granny.”
“Don’t call me that!”
………And the argument went on.
What’s your petname….I mean, nickname…err..