I wish I was her…

He peeks through his window and calls for her in the sweetest voice, you ever hear. ‘Sohaaa, Sooohaaa”. And waits impatiently for his little girl to come to the window. She runs towards the window…answers him with a gasp. She manages to climb the table near her window and smiles. They share a smile.

And all of the sudden, they are giggling over nothing. They chitter-chat over their days adventures, follies, goof-ups. They laugh off at each others’ stupid mistakes. They talk of their homework, new kid in the class, all the funny jokes, make plans for evening at the park and buzz off.

And then after some time, he calls for her again. Shares something funny at happened in between and they giggle. Sometimes he asks her if he could come over to her place. When she nods, he appears at her door with a bag full of toys and biggest grin. They are lost in their world of illusions, of sillier-newer games.

When she is annoyed, sometimes I play the middle-woman and help them sort out their small but huge problems (like why did you ride my cycle yesterday?)… But strangely, she forgets the fight in a minutes’ time. Their cold-wars vanish in no time, just from a ‘kati’ to ‘bati’. And they are back again chatting about the birds, sky, squirrels.

Sometimes, I try to join in their gang but it’s never that way. She is always the centre of his world. For all the silly-billies and funny adventures. Sometimes, I wish I was her. Sometimes, I wish I had all the attention, love and care like she does.