The baby on her hip was playing with a deflated balloon—pulling it and releasing it to whip in the air, or now, on my car. He had a toothless grin. Quite cute actually.
I guess my unbound generosity made him happy. With a chuckle, he released the stretched balloon. It struck me right on the nose! Ouch! Boy, did that hurt?! I laughed off my anger, even though my eyes welled up a bit. I was supposed to be all kind and nice and goody, remember? \”Nice baby cute baby\”.
I took the opportunity to press the cheek of the baby with all the feelings of a Mahatma. The light turned green. I guess vengeance got better of me and the press turned into a pinch. The baby\’s face transformed from a grin to stark astonishment.
Before the baby could start bawling I vroomed off leaving the angry mama hurling abuses at me. He! He! He!
Anupam Choudhury 