Perspectives III: Personal Universes

Today, Lai was all grown up. He was a man. His dada had let him fill the ketchup bottles for the first time. In all his eight years he had never felt so important. He would go home today and tell his didi. ‘I’m a man’, he’d say. ‘I can now take care of you.’

Note: An apology is due cos this isn't technically a stand-alone. The story makes sense only in conjunction with Vi's. But I couldn't resist the tempation. Pliss to forgive.