Girl at the window
You meet a lot of people during your daily travel. Strangers, yet your companion. This story is about one such companion, Pink. Pink is a 3-year-old girl. I actually do not know her name. I call her Pink because she has got adorable pink cheeks. I see her almost every day from my office cab. She stays in an old house near the Frazer town signal. She puts her chin on the window and keeps waving her hand to all the passersby. Some respond back, some don't even notice. I eagerly watch through my cab window while we pass that signal. Sometimes when I am busy talking with my cab-mates, I repent for not having seen her that day. One day I am going to my office on my bike. My heart beats faster out of excitement while I wait in that signal to catch a glimpse of Pink. But she isn't seen at the window that day. As the signal turns green everyone starts to rush. There is an undeclared race between the bikers. “Uncle” I hear someone shout from my back. I apply my bike brakes with my f