The helium balloons floated and swirled in the air, their strings rolled onto a small finger.
Bittu looked at that colourful paradise he held high up. Every colour, you just name it. Red, green, purple , yellow and white.
With each penny he earned, a smile was drawn on each face.
From toddlers to little brats to funny jokers. From the much-in-love couple to the angry, nauseous teenagers.
Those colourful, weightless balls of air changed the aura of any face.
On the other hand, Bittu longed for the smile wondering if it was just a weightless, fragile hope dangling by the stern thread of agony.