She looked up and spotted the familiar face from sit out on
the first floor of Babu’s old age home. She
smiled. You couldn’t miss that man-child even if you wanted to.
He picked up his end of the tin-can telephone, ‘What’s that,
Meera? That?’ pointing to her bag.
‘I’ve got some food
for all of you.’ She spoke into the other end.
‘Food? For me? I’m hungry, very hungry. I want food.’ He
climbed on the railing, in an attempt to reach her, still holding the tin-can
telephone.
‘No, stop uncle. I’ll come upst…..’
But it was too late.
