The old couple sitting on the solitary bench in the park presented a perfect picture of cuddly cuteness. They sat holding hands, watching a bunch of kids playing cricket. Life was perfect.
The old lady asked her husband, “Did you hear that the Guptas had their window broken yesterday?”
He replied, “These kids are a real menace, naughty and how. This is the fourth house in our street whose window has been broken by their cricket ball. We too used to play cricket back in our days, but we were always careful about where we were hitting the ball.”
She laughed at that, and said, “You please don’t get started on your childhood days now, it’s started getting dark now, we’ll have to sit here the entire night if I start listening to tall tales of your adventures. Kids will be kids, we should just let them be.”
So saying, they both got up, and started walking back slowly towards their home. To their left was the park, and to their right, a row of ostentatious row houses, with their cute, little house right at the end.
Walking slowly towards their home, he said, “It’s dark now.” She put her hand in her handbag, slung on her right shoulder, and asked, “You want it?”
He shook his head, and said, “No, you go ahead, it’s your turn today.”
She took her right hand out of the bag, and without even a moment of hesitation, hurled a cricket ball at the window of Mehra Mansion.
And as the expensive glazed glass disintegrated with a loud noise, she said, “You were right, kids these days have become very naughty. They should hit the ball more responsibly!”
And with that, the old couple continued walking nonchalantly towards their home. Life was perfect.