Whenever he walks down the road, gives a sickening look to the potholes and cursed the office bearers for the poor condition of the road.

One fine evening, he was walking back home with groceries in one hand and grandchild clasping the other. Clouds darkened the sky making it appear gloomy. They are nearing home when tiny drops touched their body.

He gets into the shade but the kid is eager to drench. He gets himself freed and jumped into the pothole pooling with water, splashing the water everywhere.

“Come Grandpa”

He comes out of shade like waiting for the call and came standing in the rain. He feels the tiny drops falling from up, down to the feet. He walks to the kid and jumped in the pothole soiling himself and splashing muddy water.