Vatta out of affection. He had charisma. He was carefree. Fearless.
To him, every day was a festival.
Vasant Panchami was his favorite day of all. Perhaps because he was born close to
Vasant. Spring was in the air. He was up at the crack of dawn. After procuring a fistful of
annas (coins) from
Maji, he woke up his sister Tripta. They were off like the wind on his trusty bike. They rode along Nisbet road to
Gawalmandito purchase kites. The shops were decorated with multicolored
guddis,
paris, and magnificent
dor (sturdy string coated with crushed glass), and wooden