We had stopped at a traffic signal the other day. With Rhea and Roma in the back seat, a girl selling balloons approached us. The girl was of the same age as Rhea...not wearing chappals, hair all messed up, torn clothes and holding dozens of balloons. Roma instinctively wanted the balloon. We obviously refused to buy it for her. (as a policy, I neither buy anything from child vendors nor give money to beggars....) This made Roma very sad. Looking into Roma's sad eyes, a thought passed my mind as to what Roma might be thinking....from Roma's point of view, was she thinking that the girl on the street selling balloons is the luckiest girl? A girl who has a dozen balloons as opposed to Roma who has no balloon? How do you explain the irony of this thought to a two and half year old?
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