My Mom and me came into your street to give clothes for stitching to your next door tailor aunty. Your Mom said "Hi" to my Mom. My Mom offered a chocolate to you (as she likes baby girls) breaking my heart as I was thinking two chocolates she took are going to be only for me.
/You took also with BIG SMILE\
I was selfish and more when it comes to chocolates.
I saved this memory thinking some day as the friendship grows between our families it would be my turn to take your chotu Red Bicycle and ride for sometime.
It didn't happen as my Uncle from Delhi gifted me a Bicycle b.t.w I choose Red Color one which looks better than yours.
Bicycle was my only play for few years.
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