She was annoyed by the ever-expanding ETA of Uber and finally managed to board a cab. On her way to Peter Cat, she looked through the window of the cab in a vague manner; “such a waste of time it is, sitting in traffic and aimlessly wondering: why on earth Pogo has to choose such a place!” she thought. After utilizing exact 30 mins for a power nap, she reached her destined place. The bold and typical font of the banner had it all said “Peter Cat” but her eyes roamed about the busy crowd of park street, book stalls and just opposite to the destined restaurant, there was Dominos which was her crying shoulder for any lame reason! Yes, one can always count on Dominos, Biryani and Dark Chocolates; these are finite love you choose for yourself!

Since her bestie did not arrive on time, she preferred waiting outside and at that very moment someone caught her eyes. The boy was leaning on a tree opposite to the side of the road and his presence created a sense of tranquility. She realized thousands of mundane thoughts just found a way to be cheerful at this moment. She got intrigued and inadvertently smiled back; the boy acknowledged with a joyful gesture and was about to come forward. Her phone rang and she could spot her friend nearby and she did notice the boy was watching them curiously at a distance.

After such a long chatty conversation and delicious food, she felt tired; last week she felt exactly the same way when she volunteered with a free spree for a rigorous cleaning exercise in her closet and she definitely did regret her whims.

It was almost 11.30 pm and she was waiting for her cab and again she saw him. He was just few steps away and with that care-free smile on his face he took small steps towards her. He asked confidently “What is your favourite colour?” and she replied “blue!”.

The boy shouted and called someone by the name “Bhola-aaaaaaa!” and pitched his idea “I think you would also love green, it’s a nice colour after all!” Another kid just came along with a bunch of balloons and the boy said “today he has not met his target, he has blue and green balloons” and the boy patiently waited for a response. She asked “what’s your age?”; the boy answered “I am 8 years old and Bhola is 10!” and reiterated “each balloon is of Rs. 25”. She agreed to the business deal and the atmosphere around her was filled with the despair of unfair society . The boys handed over two balloons and requested her to wait for a minute. The kid was back with another one and it was yellow and before she could say something, the boy smiled and eagerly said “it is my favourite colour and it is for you! A gift from us!”. Bhola called the boy to have dinner and he ran quickly on the other side of the street and she could hear the boy was saying to Bhola “one day I would buy you food from this restaurant” and pointed at Dominos.

Struggle is not a fairy tale however miracle does happen at Park Street; the boy is an observer and he carries thousands of dreams in his mystic eyes jolting society’s conspiracy. Happiness does prevail in that lane and it’s the hope he never ceases to keep high.

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