Varun Part-2

His finger seemed to point at the egg shaped chocolate but his attention was somewhere behind it. Something interesting had caught his attention.

“What happened?” I asked lowering my head to his level.

“Who is that?!” he whispered holding my ears with one hand while the other still pointed beyond the chocolate…(excerpt)

Varun Part-1

I was (in a way) handling a certain euphoric eight year old during an impromptu gathering with my mother’s friends. Varun’s frail frame and broken teeth made me feel that he was a millionaire receiving money from the tooth fairy. He had a neat fade on either sides and a letter haircut- V -at the back.  Someone needed to give that barber a pat on the back and the jealous monster within me muttered how “liberal” schools have become with regards to haircut (excerpt…)