Om Pitu

He would come to me almost every other evening silently whispering in my ear of his petty wants. I would give him an expression of disdain. I don't want to spare the little energy I'm left with at the end of the day for buying him pen-pencils. He would then say, "Pleeeeeeese didi pleeeeeeease, last time didi last time, I need them urgently, pleeeeeeeeeese.....".

I would look into his eyes. Cute. Lovely. Helpless. How can I deny? How can I say no?

I would turn around in an attempt to withdraw myself...but utter, "Hao".

His one smile is worth my thousand rounds to buy him pen-pencils.