10 year 0ld Shubman Gill was romaing in the Darjeeling Mall aimlessly. The last rays of Sun has cocooned the hills. The lights of the stores are being lit one by one. Magical , that's what Shubman felt. He has always liked hills.
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But alas he is alone here too.
Like who will be friend with a jamidar's son?
The weather is pretty chilly but Shubman was liking it anyway.
After roaming here and there he finally decided to go his comfort place , book store.
He was walking lost in his own thoughts untill he bumped into something or someone way more shorter than him.
"Tumi dette pao na?" ( can't you shee?)
A wave of sandalwood hit Shubman's nose trails. He looked towards the voice.
A little kid of 5 or 6 maybe looking at him with angry eyes.
Eyes.
Those light brown orbs that demanded an answer.
A small perfect nose.
Chubby glowing cheeks.
Plump small lips.
Something happed inside Shubman. He felt light inside his belly.
"Tumi shunteo pao na?" ( are you deaf too?)
Again that high pitch yet soft voice broke Shubman's thought. Those eyes are still looking intensely at him. Shubman suddenly felt shy.
I-I can't speak bengali...
The baby gasped. His doe eyes widened.
"Omaaa tumi ingiri jano?" ( oh god! You know English?)
Shubman nodded. Well he can understand Bengali pretty well as he lives in Kolkata but he can't speak it.
"Kintu ami to jani na " ( but I don't know English)
Mmm do you know hindi?
Ettu ettu. ( a lil bit)
Shubman smiled at the cute vocabulary.
Mujhe vi ati hay...
The baby gasped again and Shubman can't help pinching his cheeks but instantly received a slap.
"Ishu bachha nehi hay , gal me hat mat do"
To tumhara nam Ishu hay?
" tumhe kyu batau? Papa kehete hay anjan logo se bat nei kanni chaiye"
