After the celebrations of the match Anwar started his walk back to his home. Skillfully he avoided the crowd in the gully and maintained a good pace. If he gets a minute late after 2-o-clock, he is sure to get a sound beating from his ammi. Ting.... Ting...... Ting..... Ting, the Gola-waala was coming towards him, pushing his cart in the hot afternoon. Anwar's throat quenched. There is always time for a gola, he thought. He searched his pocket for a rupee and he was glad to find one. Ammi never refused him a rupee for small joys. Sliding the bat on his shoulder he walked slowly towards the Gola-waala.
He watched the colourful bottles, red-orange-green-yellow-kaala-khattha-lime-golden.... his eyes now wide as a cricket ball. "What do you want master"?
"Orange" ! Anwar said, "a little of red, a little of green, a little of yellow, little of kala-khatta, a little of red and little lime too......."
"Do you want all that for a Rupee.... "?, said the Gola-waala shaking his head.
"Yes", Anwar said, his eyes pleading to the Gola-waala.
"Ok, here you go", the Gola-waala prepared and gave the gola to Anwar, who did not waste a single moment to jump on it.
As Anwar jumped away towards his home, the Gola waala, muttered silently, "Why cant anyone be happy with one flavour" ?
He watched the colourful bottles, red-orange-green-yellow-kaala-khattha-lime-golden.... his eyes now wide as a cricket ball. "What do you want master"?
"Orange" ! Anwar said, "a little of red, a little of green, a little of yellow, little of kala-khatta, a little of red and little lime too......."
"Do you want all that for a Rupee.... "?, said the Gola-waala shaking his head.
"Yes", Anwar said, his eyes pleading to the Gola-waala.
"Ok, here you go", the Gola-waala prepared and gave the gola to Anwar, who did not waste a single moment to jump on it.
As Anwar jumped away towards his home, the Gola waala, muttered silently, "Why cant anyone be happy with one flavour" ?
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