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Written by
Kashmira Sheth
Illustrated by
Yoshiko Jaeggi
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Printed in China
Children’s
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ISBN 978-1-56145-455-6 $16.95
Outside a young boy’s house in
India, dark clouds roll in and rain
starts to fall. It is monsoon season.
Restless and bored, the boy can’t find
anyone in his family to play with him—
except his grandfather.
Dadaji and the boy make little
paper boats and head out into the rain
to sail them in an old washtub. They
watch the peacocks dance in the rain,
just as the colorful birds did when
Dadaji was a boy. Dadaji lifts up his
grandson so he can swing on the roots
of the banyan tree, just as Dadaji did
when he was young.
And when they return home to hot
tea and a loving family, they get into
mischief—just like Dadaji did when he
was young.
Kashmira Sheth’s affectionate story
provides a glimpse into everyday Indian
life and the shared moments and mem-
ories that link generations. Illustrator
Yoshiko Jaeggi’s fanciful watercolors
recreate the lush Indian landscape
during monsoon season, and capture
the bond of love that unites a grand-
father and his grandson.
About the Author
KASHMIRA
SHETH says that
the feel of summer
rain and the fresh smell of wet earth
transports her back to her childhood, and
inspired MONSOON AFTERNOON. Kashmira
is the author of the picture book MY
DADIMAWEARS A SARI, also illustrated by
Yoshiko Jaeggi, and she has written three
award-winning YA novels. She lives with
her family in Madison, Wisconsin.
Visit Kashmira Sheth’s website at
www.kashmirasheth.typepad.com.
About the I llustrator
YOSHIKO JAEGGI
was trained in her native Japan at the
Osaka Municipal Institute of Fine Art.
Her illustrations have appeared in Cricket
magazine and in educational texts. She
usually paints in watercolor, but she also
enjoys working in acrylic, charcoal, and
digital art. This is her second picture book.
She and her husband live in Maryland.
ISBN 13: 978-1-56145-455-6ISBN 10: 1-56145-455-9
PRAISE FOR
My Dadima
Wears a Sari
also written by Kashmira Sheth
and illustrated by
Yoshiko Jaeggi
“Soft watercolor paintings capture
the magnificent fabrics of
Dadima’s saris and accentuate this
loving story of a grandmother
and her two granddaughters.”
—School Library Journal
CCBC Choices 2008
Notable Social Studies Trade
Books for Young People 2008
“Did the rains come
when you were little?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” my dadaji said.
“Monsoon came every year.
Just like it does now.”
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The dogs woke up and stretched their legs, and the cows got up and left.
Ants scurried across the ground as if the earth were one big maze.
Outside I saw dark clouds roll like ocean waves across the sky. The temple
flag fluttered loudly. The peacocks called out, tahuoonk, tahuoonk.
I peeked in Mommy’s room. “Please, come out and play.”
“Not now. My patients are waiting for me at the clinic,”
she said, picking up her umbrella.
I counted the raindrops, one, two, three. Soon there were too many
to count. On the patio, the rain fell fast, cutting the heat in half.
“Dadima, can you come out and play?” I asked.
“Not now. I want to drink my tea,” she said, going in the kitchen.
“Jai, let’s play,” I said to my brother.
“Not now. I’m hungry,” he said, picking up one banana and two guavas.
“Pappa, will you come out?”
“Not now. I have to finish this story,” he said, scribbling in his notepad.
“Jai, let’s play,” I said to my brother.
“Not now. I’m hungry,” he said, picking up one banana and two guavas.
“Pappa, will you come out?”
“Not now. I have to finish this story,” he said, scribbling in his notepad.