The Grapes

“But why can’t we take her along with us?” he asked innocently.

She couldn’t think of anything to tell Aarav, her six  years old kid who was still happily ignorant of the ways of the world, the boundaries between the rich and the poor, the difference between pity and empathy.

“Umm…If you want, we can buy a book from her”

“Noooooo. I don’t want the books. I want to play with her, Mommy. Pleaaasssssssse. Look at her, she’s got such beautiful green eyes. Just like grapes”

She started laughing at his stupid comparison. “Eyes like grapes. Oh, my sweet baby.”

“Mommy, please”, he pleaded again.

“I said No.”

He started licking the car’s window-pane.

“Stop doing that. Ok, I will buy you two new cars. Happy. Now stop that.”

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Every single nerve in his head was pulsating with pain, his veins brimming with rotten grapes, his eyes bloodshot,….. he hardly noticed the grapes and the latest bestsellers crushed under his BMW’s wheels.

3 responses to “The Grapes

  1. “… he hardly noticed the grapes and the latest bestsellers crushed under his BMW’s wheels.”.. Awesome ending.. Thats d diff. b/w feeling pity n moving on and doing something for them.. U nailed it here.. 🙂

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