The fundamental question is: what do they talk about at the dinner table placed in the corner of the lobby? They were not talking over a fly on the wall.What would then it be? About their recent Delhi trip. This was also not the topic of the six-chair table. It stays quite peculiar but not so bizarre as realised that it could be in all probability.
As the little girl, having a lookalike face of her mother, also accompanied on this short trip, the whole conversation went around her. The moment she entered the hotel after a long road journey she threw off her shoes on different sides of the room. It was just an indication of her rather comfortable feel. She did not bother a bit to listen to anyone regarding her naughtiness in a bit relaxing disposition.
What drew everyone’s attention was her cute response to one particular query. She was asked where did you come? She said that she had come to enjoy her time at her mother’s mother’s house. She appeared least aware of arriving at a wholly new place, despite her scant experience of visiting the hilly city of Nainital. She does not see the dissimilarity in place.
She now figures out every house as her Nani’s home. She loves to talk with pigeons and continues to stand on the wide balcony to have a glimpse whenever she finds the bird. The image of Nani’s house does not fade for it has become something of a standard to her. Her sharp mind does not wipe out the mark imprinted since her infancy. The day she grows up will lead to an understanding of everything.