Dosa On The Moon

Grandpa, Tell me a story.

Otherwise, I won't sleep.

I know he is the only one who pampers me more than others in my family.

We used to sleep in the open space of veranda. The cot and bed kept ready by grandfather. The mosquito net is a compulsory element.

Grandpa started telling the story.

Hey Rakesh, See the sky.

I said there is a full moon on the sky.

He said it is not the moon that is appearing so white and some red and gold in color.

It is a dosa.

My eyes widened to feel the moon as dosa.

Grandpa continued.

There is an old woman who stays on the moon. She is called Pedarasi Peddamma.

Every night she makes dosa and narrates stories to many children.

I slept by thinking about how good the big dosa tastes which made on the moon.