Welcoming the Newcomers
Meera: "Look, Rohan, two new kids in our building! They’re standing near the gate."
Rohan: "They’re holding suitcases and a pressure cooker. Amma always says that means they just moved in."
Meera: "Let’s say hi! I’ll take my skipping rope."
Rohan: "Wait, what if they’re shy? Or laugh at my cartoon T-shirt?"
Amma:newcomers." "You two staring from the balcony won’t help. Go welcome the
Meera: "Newcomers… I like that word. Like fresh samosas from the kadai."
Rohan: "Okay, but you talk first. My voice does funny things when I’m nervous."
Meera: "Hello! I’m Meera. This is my brother Rohan. Do you want to play?"
Anya: "Hi… I’m Anya. This is my little brother Kabir. We just came from Coimbatore."
Kabir: "Our boxes still smell like mango pickle. Everything else here smells different."
Rohan: "Different how? Like the pani puri cart? Or the jasmine flowers on the corner?"
Anya: "Like… roasted corn and traffic and rain on hot stones. It’s a bit scary."
Meera: "New places are noisy at first. But then they become your own sounds."
Kabir: "Do kids here let newcomers join games? Our old building didn’t."
Rohan: "We do. You can be batters first in cricket. I’ll bowl."
Anya: "Really? Even though we’re the newcomers?"
Meera:newcomers. NewcomersEspecially because you’re the bring new stories." "
Kabir: "I can show you how to eat dosa with your hands without tearing it!"
Rohan: "And we’ll show you where the kulfi uncle hides extra pista ones."
Anya: "Deal. Being newcomers isn’t so scary if someone holds one side of the suitcase."
Meera: "And one side of the cricket bat. Come on, newcomers, it’s your turn to hit!"