The Leaning Tree
Anya: "Appa, why is that old tree in Paati’s yard bent like that?"
Appa: "It leans toward the well, kanna, like it’s trying to sip water."
Ravi: "It looks like it’s bowing to Paati’s jasmine plants!"
Anya: "See how the clothesline leans down in the middle? It makes my dupatta almost touch the mud."
Ravi: "Yeah, and Paati’s ladder leans on the wall so she can reach the mangoes."
Anya: "Don’t climb it, Ravi! It’s wobbly."
Ravi: "I’m just holding it. Look, my body leans forward when I try to smell the sambar."
Appa: "Careful, or you’ll lean too far and fall into the pot."
Anya:leans toward the kitchen all by itself." "Mmm, the smell is pulling me. My nose
Ravi: "Even the ceiling fan string leans to one side when the wind blows from the window."
Appa:leans on my shoulder in the auto." "And when you’re sleepy, your head
Anya: "Like now, after all that mango and sambar, my whole body just leans into this swing."
Ravi: "Shift a little! If you lean on me so much, I’ll fall off the swing."
Anya: "Okay, okay, I’ll lean on the rope instead. See? The swing leans, but we still fit."
Ravi: "Fine. We both lean a little, and the swing doesn’t tip. That’s the best way to lean."