“I got some colours and pichkari for you”
“ No I can’t take them. Your mother will not like it. Besides my father said he will buy me everything in evening once his payment comes”
“But today is holiday for all workers. Don’t worry, my mother will not notice as we have so many colours and pichkaris at our home. Come let’s play”
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“Yellow…”
“Mine too”
As the daughter of daily wage labourer and son of landlord splashed the colour of friendship at each other innocently, their separate worlds merged and diverse backgrounds faded into oblivion…