It was off bounds. It always was, and it still is. “But
mommy!” said I, “I want that one”. The response was the usual, firm, negative.
Mommy was unerring for some strange reason, and I was always crying, for one even
stranger. The ‘Kids section’ of the clothes store in the posh mall in the
prominent metropolitan was truncated into ‘Boys’ and ‘Girls’, and standing
under the superhero- adorning wall marker, which indicated our presence in the
former section, I cried out once more to my pensive, cigarette yielding,
fair-skinned mother-who was busy drawing the attention of several men in the
store- “But Mommy, why can’t I have the pink shirt?”
--Shaurya Sengupta
Department of English
UG 1
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