The April sun was unusually hot. Vivek was merrily jumping through the street pavement excited about the sweets he wanted to buy. His mother had given him some amount of money from her paltry earnings for the sweets. He had reluctantly accepted the money; his father was sick and bed-ridden and his mother’s work at the local factory was
the family’s only source of income.
Vivek was so oblivious to what was in front of him that he suddenly tripped on a slab and almost fell down. He quickly recovered and began sprinting again. On an instinct, he put his hand to his shirt pocket and to his utter dismay, found that the money was gone. Panic stricken, he looked all around for a trace of it; he could not find it. He walked back slowly some distance; his hopeful eyes searching for the money which would buy him his favorite sweets. He could not find it. Tears started welling up his eyes as he did not know what to do. Vivek could not go back home without the sweets. He just could not lie to his mother.
As he stood under the hot sun, helpless and disoriented, a hand fell on his shoulders. A middle-aged man was looking at him with kindness. He realized that it was the baker who used to sell him sweets regularly.
“What’s the matter, son? What are you searching for?” he asked Vivek.
“My money, uncle. Money to buy sweets………..I lost it,” he wailed.
“Where did you lose it, son?” the baker asked.
“I don’t know, uncle. I was sprinting from home all the way here. It must have fallen off my shirt pocket,” Vivek tried to find a possible explanation.
“Don’t worry, son. Come to the shop and select the sweets you want. I will give you for free.” the baker kindly offered.
“No, uncle. My mother will not spare me if she knows. No, I can’t take the sweets.” Vivek was apprehensive.
“Who is going to tell your mother? Relax, son and take the sweets you want.” the baker insisted.
Vivek wiped the tears off his eyes and pointed out to the baker the sweets he wanted. The baker wrapped the sweets neatly and offered it to Vivek who gleefully accepted it.
“Thank you very much, uncle. I will never forget your help!” Vivek thanked the baker profusely.
As he happily walked towards his home clutching the sweets packet, Vivek discerned that it was not as hot as it appeared a while ago.
Written as part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge – http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/