She rested her forehead on the back of her father. The harsh sun was making her father's every pedal push on the bicycle more laborious. She was looking from the corner of her eye towards me as I was overtaking the cycle on my motor bike. I smiled to her. She smiled back with a glimmer in her eyes.
“ Papa! Papa! Why don’t you buy a motor bike,” she questioned her father so loudly that it was audible to me. It looked like she was not questioning her father but God who didn’t give a motor bike to her father.
Her father already panting saw towards me and said, “ One day I will Navika."
And he tried harder to overtake me.
I lowered my speed deliberately.
“ He lost,” announced Navika cheerfully with clapping hands. The father looked at me and bowed his head a little as to say thank you.
And the cheerfulness of Navika still fills my heart with joy
