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Telling Tuan & Tuin story To Mili

Last time during Durga Puja, when I was on a holiday leave and was at Bhubaneswar with my parents, one of my cousin, his wife and their 3 yr old, Mili came to see me. Mili is altogether an innocent packet of joy, a lovely little girl and have a very sharp mind. As we all elders did our chitchatting, she seemed enjoying one or other object in the house. If she happens to touch some fragile kind of things, her mom use to give a occasional warning like............

No Mili No No...............wooo baya.

For almost every things in the house, her mom started saying wooo Baya (common phrase to frighten any little kids in Odiya Households). Poor girl didn't find anything to play, break or tear. She missed all the privileges she is used to at her home. She was then so bored that, she stared making faces and pinched her papa and said ,"Papa, Lets go home" many a times.

I felt sorry for the poor little angel and thought to cheer her up. I asked her,

"Baby want to listen a story?" without even deciding what story I had in my mind to tell her.

"Yes" she said with a glowing charm in her face, and like an obedient kid sat on my lap, eagerly looked at me.



"oh! yes story. mmmmh ........story story............hmm...... yes.........."

I remembered the story, which I had heard endless time, when I was a kid,

" The Tuan Tuin Story"

I began :

"There was man named Tuan and his wife was Tuin, they lived in a small village near the jungle"

"Jungle, where the tiger lives..........yes mama told me"

"yes, a big tiger lived there"

One day Tuan said to Tunin, "why don't you make a cake today, I will fetch woods from jungle"

"What they will do with wood, is cake is made up of wood? on my birthday Mama made a big cake"

"No, it's a special kind of cake, we will ask your Mama to make it for you."

"Then what happened?"

As Tuan reached forest he started collecting dry twigs and woods.


"then what happened"

Tuan heard a big roar of a tiger ........Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......oooooo uuuuuuuuuuuu

Mili became curious seeing me mimicking a tiger and looked at me excitingly. Even her parents started getting interested in our conversation.

 "Then what happened"

Tuan thought to run with whatever woods he had collected. As he was about to run, The tiger jumped infornt of him and said, "who are you, who gave you permission to take wood from my jungle"

Tuan fell on the feet of Tiger, " I am Tuan, husband of Tuin, sorry Tiger uncle, please forgive me."


ok you are Tuin's husband.....ok......where is Tuin?

 She is cooking cake at house.

 ok. you can take these woods only when you will give half of the cake that you will make at your house. 

I will come to your house in the night to take the cake.

 Ok Tiger uncle.

 If you don't keep cake for me I will kill and eat both of you.

 Ok Tiger uncle.


 Once Tuan reached home, Tuin started making the cake.

Tuan forgot to tell Tuin what had happened in the forest.

"Uncle, you didn't say, why they were making the cake", Mili asked me in between.

I was out of clue. Her Mother came to my rescue and answered her

"It was Tuan's Happy Birthday, Beta."

"Oh!.....Then what happened?"

Tuin made a beautiful tasty cake. The cake was so delicious, both of them finished it completely.
As the cake was completely finished Tuan remembered, about Tiger uncle.

He became frightened.
Tuin asked him what happened.

Tuan said, "I forgot to tell you that I met Tiger Uncle in the Jungle when I was collecting woods in forest. He was about to kill me. But I told about you and also that you are cooking cake in house"

"so" Tuin said

Tuan Said "so what.......Tiger uncle told that we have to keep half of the cake for him, else he will kill and eat both of us"

"is it?!!" Tuin Said "you should have told me earlier. You Idiot. "

It was by then evening, and there was no time to make another cake.

Tuin told Tuan, "Lets hide in the big rice drum, the tiger won't find us there"

Tuan Said," Good Idea"

Tuan and Tuin hide inside a empty rice drum.


"After some time, the tiger came"

I mimicked again. Even Mili tried to imitate and said.


The tiger called, "Tuan............Tuan..............Tuin.............Tuin, where is my cake?"

Nobody replied.

again tiger called with anger , ""Tuan............Tuan..............Tuin.............Tuin, where is my cake?"

Nobody replied.

Tiger became furious and searched the house. Then he felt some movement in the rice drum.

"Ok, I will take this rice drum."


Tiger carried the drum on his head and started walking into the Jungle.

Inside the drum both Tuan & Tuin became frightened.

Tuin told Tuan slowly , " Tuan my stomach is filled with Gas, I want to release it"

Tuan said, "Do it slowly"

Tuin did it slowly.

As Tuin released her gas, Tuan felt to do it also.

He told Tuin even my stomach is filled with gas, I also want it to release it.

Tuin said, "Do it slowly"

But as Tuan released it, It sounded like a bomb blast. "DOOOOOOO.........@#$%#"

Mili Laughed like anything. We all laughed.


The tiger got frightened, threw the drum away and ran into the deep jungle.

Tuan & Tuin came back to their house safely.

There was a broad smile in the face of Mili.

And that was priceless prize for me, for telling story to a kid.

 I am now "The Story Telling Uncle" among the relatives...........Thanks to Mili and her mother for my Publicity.


Mamata said…
I came across on your post today and knew about mili. Tuan & tuin story really a good story. Thanks for nice info.
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