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"Didi, 10rs dedo na? Didi please"
I try to ignore. And trust me it is difficult to not look at those eyes. Say whatever you want to about beggars and how they can choose to do better or how giving alms only makes things worse but a child has no choice.
Thankfully, the signal turns green and I drive on. I reach the house of my nephew. Full of life and 'masti'. There isn't a moment that he can stay still. A 4yr old non stop chatterbox. It is my day to baby sit him which generally includes me taking him to the mall.
"Aashika (that's what he calls me), I want chocolate," he says with innocence dripping from his eyes.
"After you finish your dosa," I say following the instructions of my cousin.
Worked like magic. Dosa was gone in 10 mins flat while we read (for the hundred time) Noddy's adventures. After we were done, immediately those big brown eyes asked, "Chocolate time, Aashika?"
"Ok but only a small piece. Ok?"
While I saw him eat the chocolate, the child at the traffic signal came to my mind. Both were children, both had similar needs, different wants yes.
One wished for chocolates and knew how to throw a tantrum for it. Another just wished for survival.