The pram


There is a small temple outside the wall of my housing society. I usually take my dog Zeny, out for walk there. Near the temple, there are about five blue plastic covered huts.Families of daily wagers stay there.

I often see 4-5 children playing on these walks. Recently, it seems the children found a discarded pram. The pram is in a surprisingly good condition.

Usually, a baby lies sleeping in the pram. One little girl occupies the space below the baby meant to store baby stuff. And other older children push the pram up and down the road. The pram is their car and they are so proud of it.

What I see is pure laughter and joy when I see them play. No car ever gave so much joy to me. I stand there watching them. They barely notice me. Their world has no space for envious bystanders.

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