It was 6.00 P.M. I was waiting for my baba to arrive and as usual he was late. The evening seemed splendid and I was enthralled by the awe-inspiring view. Sunlight had begun to ebb but real dusk had not arrived. The air turned mellow, adding colors to sky and made the ceiling of sky turned orange. After sometime, the atmosphere turned dark and cool waves passed through my hairs making them blow along with it. I could see my shadow on the dense turf. I jumped over my shadow to catch it as I used to when I was a kid and later on laugh on doltish me.
Suddenly, something caught my attention and it turned my mouth watery. It was a candy floss vendor. My love for candy flosss has been irreplaceable. Some people just don’t eat it because they are no longer a kid. What a lame excuse it is? Who won’t eat just because they are no longer a kid.
Like a gluttony kid, I ran to the vendor. “Bhaiya. Give me one candy floss (Pink one).” I demanded in a kiddish voice. He laughed hard noticing no sync between my voice and personality. I winked in return.
Meanwhile, I waited and a kid came and stood beside me in silence. He was a cute bald boy, must had been of 6 years. He had big round eyes and wore a torn shirt which hardly covered his body. I sat down on my knees and asked him what he wants. Without uttering a word, he raised his finger towards the flocks’ vendor. I smiled.
“Bhaiya. Give one more”, I told the vendor. He waved his hand in to and fro direction, signaling me that he is left with none. The boy was wise enough to sense his signal-so he left to occupy a corner beside the road and stood with his head down in disappointment
Baba arrived and I got into the car. As the car was about to turn in opposite direction I asked baba to stop it. Without uttering a word, I ran to the little kid.
“This is for you.”I said by offering him the candy floss. His eyes lit up and he grabbed the candy flock in excitement.
I walked to the car. “Didi”,the boy shouted. I turned to him and I saw a huge smile on his face.
I sat in the car. “What happened” Baba asked in tense voice. I said, “Nothing, I just saw a Million Dollar Smile.”
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