Dusk had moved on, and now night had caught up with us when we got to the snacks stall we frequented most days. The vendor, knew our orders and preferences by our faces now, and served us before other waiting customers. We obviously loved the treatment! As we sat down on our parked scooters, I noticed a small girl, not more than ten years old, standing all alone and talking on one of those fake mobile phone toys for kids. She smiled, and swerved her hips and legs, drawing semicircles on the ground as you would see girls in movies do when talking over the phone, and she kept up a continuous stream of excited chatter. Ample pauses were given for her imaginary friend to respond, and what must have been apt reactions to her friend's responses followed. I grinned at this, not everyday you saw a sight like this! A kid in the middle of the road talking unabashedly over a toy phone! I showed her to my friend and he too couldn't help smile. God, joy is infectious to us humans! But drawn by our more basic desires, we turned our attention to the smoking hot plate of pakoras in our hands. If you concentrated hard enough maybe you could have seen the steam lift the aroma of the food along with it and make a straight course to my nostrils, it made my stomach groan and mouth water.
