Ride on Daddy’s Shoulder

Posted: September 27, 2017 in From Bangalore's Street
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I was waiting for my metro card to swipe when the small kid in yellow striped shirt, old blue shorts but no footwear caught my attention. His father in whose hand his tiny hand was held was dressed in a shirt, lungi and the footwear were missing. Holding his father’s hand he was super excited to put the token in the Metro gate pass. Laughing he waited for his father’s instruction, after crossing he waited for his father to reach him. When his father came he lifted his tiny arms towards him, smilingly his father picked him easily and put him on his shoulder. The little boy was happy so as his father. Nothing could wipe out their happiness, not even the poverty.

Nothing can beat the ride on daddy’s shoulder.

I don’t remember when was the last time I looked so happy and careless for more than a minute without thinking about present and future, having multiple footwear for different purpose didn’t even help. As they walked first time I was jealous of a little kid riding on his daddy’s shoulder

He wasn’t all that happy when he saw me clicking his picture, may be he didn’t like my face:)

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