She was crying. Tears mapping her face to the neck leaving their marks behind. She is pulling her mother with one hand and pointing to the balloon with other. Her mother paid no heed to her cries and look to the side where the bus is about to come.

The balloon vendor watched it all. He looks at the mother and then to the girl. Her cries turned into sobs but her eyes are still plastered on the balloon. The balloon vendor came near to the girl and hand her a thread tying to the pink balloon on the top. She cheered aloud “yay, balloon. Mumma balloon”

The bus came. Her mother takes her hand in hers and climbed on the bus.