selfish earthlings

Water..water everywhere but not a drop to drink!!

The doorbell rings and questions arise on the availabilty of my younger brother.The subject of the question having opened the door himself,rushes to my mum for her permission to play out.His request would be entertained only if he had his showers-was the response.
"5 minutes.Don't go.I will come" he says as he shuts the door and runs to the bathroom.Mother had been nagging him since morning to give him a nice rub.However his laze simply wouldnt let him move an inch from the cozy comfort zone of the sofa where he had devoted his eyes to cartoon network as thought he was considering it to be the Almighty and thanking the beginning of another day.Twice or so mother had given a break to the kitchen chores and interrupted his luxury by making an abrupt entry with the chapatti roll.Obedience at its height,he would stand up in a preparation to turn off the television and head towards the bathroom.Seeing his quick response,she would return to reunite with her kitchen chores and the curtains having fallen in place,he would let himself fall back again into the tiny pit in the sofa formed due to his seating postion for long.But now the need was his.It was playtime!Had he chosen watching television over friends,he would regret as his playhours would'nt be compensated with study hours.As though was a mode of punishment,mother was reluctant to give him bath this time and said he would have to wait till she got done with her work.Being the youngest,he was pampered to heights of insanity and it wasn't unusual for him to throw tantrums had his desire not been a reality.To please him,mother allowed him to have the tub filled.If that could keep him calm for a while,be it then,she thought,In a matter of few minutes,mother was in the bathroom-all set to give my little brother a nice shower-her chocolate heart having forgiven his negligence for not having shower on time.He had been merrily playing with water when she walked in,relishing the fun of splattering water by pouring it from a height into his stretched out little palm and then when the mug drained to the last drop,he would look up into it and squeak "finish!" and repeat the act.With utmost curiosity he asked mother about the origin of water.Explanation considered indigestible for her little offspring,mother explained on how every building has a big bottle resembling his juice bottle from where the water comes.Having aroused his curiosity further, he said"my juice bottle??oh mama!its over.Will water also get over?"Mother having realised how relevant and prevalent the question seemed in today's world,flinched at looking into the tub which was filled to the brim and overflowing in proportion to her son's enertainment,gave him a quick bath,dressed him and opened the door to let him off.Before leavin he asked again,"when will it finish?"Hesitating for a moment,she replied,"one day"He gave her a beam of smile and said,"that day,I will go to play without taking bath" and off he ran.