"Bye Didi...."
As I walked towards the bus stop, I admired the beautiful canvas of God – the sky Where the Sun tried playing hide and seek; it tried peeping out of the cloud, But when I looked at the sky, it hid itself behind the clouds. There was something special about that day; which I didn’t understand at the start… As I got to the bus stop and boarded a bus. I got a seat right beside a lady, who had her young son sitting on her lap.. He had a smart haircut; his clothes were faded but were neat. As I looked at him, he was busy playing with two bands in his hand. The bus kept moving to the next stop… (People who know me, would agree, how much I love talking and so…) I said Hello to him… And asked him for his name.. His mother replied, “Prasad...” taking great pride while saying it. His mother told him to call me “Didi...” But he just looked at me, began playing with those bands. So I happened to ask him for one of those, And the lil boy was kind enou...