In childhood, Bablu poked into Phooltusi’s eyes and snatched five of her marbles. Phooltusi scribbled in the air, “I’ll chop off Bablu’s ears.”
Anger, pain, sorrow all was gone.
She has been spending adulthood in strife, devoid of agony, ecstasy.
Whenever she scribbles ‘ice cream’ within mouth, she feels cool.
