One could perhaps describe Peehu as a precocious child, while others her age struggled to master the alphabet, Peehu could be found atop the tallest guava tree, engrossed in a book about foreign lands and stranger times. Her favourite haunt, however, was the cave formed by the entwining branches of the Malti plants. She spent several rainy mornings curled up inside her cave, watching the droplets drench the earth and change the colour of everything around her; she was untouched and invincible. All throughout the monsoon months, Peehu smelled of moist mud and Malti flowers, but in winters she was the bee that carried pollen from one chrysanthemum to the other.
Vivek was Peehu’s only two-legged friend; he shared her immense love for nature, particularly mud. They explored every nook and crevice of the garden to unveil the shyest mushrooms and the sneakiest squirrels. One day the duo even succeeded in capturing a frog, which they tied to a tree trunk with a thread, but soon let go because Peehu’s tender heart could not find amusement in imprisoning the marvellous creature. They also played make-believe games where they pretended to be merchants travelling through harsh deserts or fishermen out in a stormy sea.
One dull autumn morning when the leaves were brown and the ground was parched, Peehu decided that the garden needed a watering hole for its tiny inhabitants. Vivek was beckoned and the mission ensued with the little excavators digging through the soil with their bare hands and brittle sticks. They hadn’t made much progress when Peehu’s mother arrived at the scene and called off the operation after one glance at the children’s dishevelled hair and dirty fingernails. Knowing her daughter’s incorrigible spirit, mother knew that Peehu won’t be satisfied with the forsaken project and measures needed to be taken to transform the tiny hole into a proper pond. A hefty gardener, a giant shovel, and a pipe were procured, and soon where Peehu’s pond had stood for half a day was a much larger water body, capable of watering an entire field.
That night Peehu’s mother slept soundly, satisfied that she was able to fulfil her daughter’s dream of having a pond in their garden. Peehu, on the other hand, lay awake till the wee hours, pondering about how someone powerful might steal her ideas if she did not succeed in the first go.