Clothes, chocolates, gifts – nothing satisfied Akaash. Ungrateful, resentful child.
Yesterday, I offered left-over pastry. He glared!
‘What the hell do you want????!!!’ I screamed, frustrated.
He replied quietly – ‘My mother. Please send her home? Tomorrow’s my exam’.
Behind me, Kanthabai waited nervously.
Both, pleading in silence.
‘Go!’ I whispered.
For the first time, Akaash smiled.