Yes, that’s what they call me, they do that with respect I believe or because I give them the sweetness of a kulfi bounded with their happine
Yes, that’s what they call me, they do that with respect I believe or because I give them the sweetness of a kulfi bounded with their happiness and friendship, i like it when they call me that, it makes me feel like one of them, but I am not and I know that. The twenty rupees that these friends of mine would give me now would be peanuts for them, but for me this is a little contribution to the happy meal at McDonalds that my little girl craves so much for, they would have been there a million times I guess. I know my next customer; he is the MLA’s son, the person who had promised people like me a lot last time, he calls me Bhaiya as well, so much better than his father who called me a vote. As I pass him his kulfi, an Audi drives up, I’ll never know how it feels within that, but as for me I love the feeling of my little one pressing against my back enveloped in the safety of her parents on our scooter, even she must be liking the wind more than the chills of an AC. “Ek kulfi dhey” this time it a couple trying to pacify their toddler who didn’t like the new t shirt they bought from the store with a tick mark, Nike it is I think, my daughter was so happy though when my wife bought home the used yellow frock from her madam’s house I thought. Anyways it’s time to lower the shutter now; as I count my collection for the day I know these twenty rupee notes are equivalent to cheques worth millions and I get to go back to my heaven. No I don’t have an AC, but I have the comfort of a content family, no, I don’t have fixed deposits for my future, but I have a determined mind and a body that supports it, no, I don’t know any politicians, but I’m also a reason why they are where they are. Yes, I am one of them, we are the mango people, we have our reasons to smile, they might be different from yours, but we too smile (from the heart).