Kannan and his vacation part- 1 Dedicating my stories for my grandson..Rehaan Arshad Salim

Kannan folded his exam papers with satisfaction.the last answer was about Tipu Sultan ,one of his favourite historical characters,he loved to write about him..giving away his neatly folded answer paper kannan heaved a sigh of relief,exams over,Yipeeeeee,almost three months holidays.No getting up early,no homework,no exam fevers,no shouting from Amma and no restrictions over tabs & games,Fun filled days awaiting.He looked impatiently at his watch,did his watch stop ticking he wondered. Ting Tong..the most welcomed bell rang and in seconds Kannan & his friends were flying out of the classrooms,bags clashing each other.their school bus was waiting,kannan jumped into it fast as if not to waste a single second. As the bus started moving Kannan felt a sadness as he looked at the passing playground..hmmm will miss it for sure..the most favourite place in his school.                                                                                                                                                                    Reached home shoved his bag into the shelf..heard Amma asking.'how was your exam kanna.?Nodding his head took out the tab & looked at triumphantly..as if he had won a war...& started on his most favourite game.No bath,no food,kept on playing till his Amma's shriek grew loudest..ran to the bathroom had a quick bath & stuffed the food as if he was eating for his Amma..,continuously looking at the gate waiting for Achan to come.No homework to do,,no projects to finish,nothing to study for tomorrow,boredom seemed to creep in.He went to Amma,she was busy on her new i phone which her brother had gifted on her birthday.'Amma come lets play.' 'wait Kanna ,all my school & college friends have formed whats app groups,Its so much fun,finding them again, You play your games Kanna..will come soon'...          
                                                                                                                                                                             Kannan looked at his tab,no not again,let me go to Ammamma..she knows lots of beautiful stories,Panchatantra,Ramayana ,Mahabharatha etc,,'Ammammaa..Ammammaa..Kannan called his grandmother loudly & entered her room 'shhhhhhhhh don't make noise Kanna,,'Chandana mazaha' was going on & she was immersed in it. Kannan sulked 'Oh Ammamma,come & tell me stories,your stories are so lovely than these horrible serials.Ammama frowned at kannan ,'just let me see what this 'Dusthathi' is going to do,you wait here Kanna..Kannan knew till late night these serials will go on & Ammamma will be stuck to it.kannan looked angrily at the Tv..yessss it's an Idiot box,,he  murmered...& thoght Thank God Ammachan hasn't got these serial carze..he ran towards his Ammachan's room.  Ammachan was in his yoga posturemdoing his regular breathing excercises,he signalled Kannan with his eyes to wait..Kannan always loved to sit in this room..There were pictures of many freedom fighters hanging on the wall.His Amma always used to say proudly that her Achan was a freedom fighter& that he & his friends had fought a lot to get us freedom.                                      
              Freedom ,what freedom kannan thought ,'I don't have freedom to go out alone,play outside,do whatever things he liked  then what freedom..Kannan's eyes shifted towards the pictures hanging on the wall.His eyes always stuck to the picture of a half naked man with round spectacles,holding a stick."You know Baapu ji ? He is the father of our Nation..Yes Ammachaa I know That Baapu was Father of our Nation,& he helped India to get freedom through Non Violence & Ahimsa..But Ammachaaa was he so poor that he didn't have enough dress to wear ?? 'Ammacha laughed loudly ,' No ,my dear No..I will tell you his story in short...Bappu's full name was Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi...' the calling bell rang..Kannan ran 'Achan came Achan came...Ammachaaaaa will come to hear it wait.'.....