ABSTRACT
Some years ago I was living in a house that was part of a colony. The six-year-old girl next door asked me one day, “Uncle, you always buy boondhi* and mixture* only for your son. Why don't you buy anything for me?” I felt a momentary whiplash of guilt. It's true isn't it? We think only of our own children. It doesn't occur to us that there are children in the neighbouring houses too.
