Walking in the lawns along the Necklace road is a moment to cherish. The cool breeze that blew from the Hussein Sagar, tall standing Buddha, little boats that shunt between the statue and the Lumbini park, quaint view of the Birla temple in the far end, large posters hanging from the roof of the multiplex, make it ideal way to relax in the weekend.
There are a variety of things that one can get to munch, from pop-corns to peanuts to bhel-puri. Me and my friend took some peanuts and started walking through the promenade. During which we discuss about lots of topics like Iraq war, petrol prices, strategy of MNCs, Indian economy and most importantly girls usually our topics of discussions are the ones on which we have no control at all. We usually arrive at visionary solutions to problems, without bothering who will be implementing them. Discussing these topics we walked and our peanuts got over.
At that moment our eyes caught a pretty girl with sparkling eyes, with neatly tied up pony tail, enchanting the people around her with her sweet talks. She was wearing a bright colored skirt and a top with multicolor flowers printed on it. She was sitting on a cart roasting corn. She looked like a nine year old who showed perfect hand-eye coordination of rotating the corn on the hot coke and kept fanning the red hot coke at the same time. She was bit busy as many were waiting for their corn to be roasted. It looked like she had little education as she didn’t have problems giving us the change for the corn we bought.
We sat in the lawn little away from the cart and started our discussions again. After few minutes she was bit free and she got down from the cart and went for stroll for relaxing. She went to a guy selling cigarette, gutka, on a table and bought a gutka from her hard earned one rupee. The way she opened the pack looked like she is not doing it for the first time. The moment she was about to empty it in her mouth. She saw as both watching her. I could she the embarrassment on her face and she turned her face in the opposite direction and filled her mouth with the gutka in a sneaking way and went back to work.
We both stopped our discussion and started walking towards the bike hardly speaking anything, thinking about the inequality in the society, which gave gutka as dinner for a little girl, haunting our minds.
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