I remember my childhood... My mom and I used to walk in the streets. I would keep on asking for colour pencils and keep on saying stories and walking away from her right side and into that busy road, where automobiles raced each other in top speed... She would hold me by my hands and drag me to her left side as she was afraid of me being hit by the vehicles. Years have passed and I was with her for buying the colourful saris in my first salary... She has become so naughty that she says stories about the first
papa has bought for her, and she leaves my hand and walks towards the vehicles
to my right side. All I have to do is to drag her to my left and walk with with
her like the way she used to do when I was a child.