Cycle of Cliches
She felt like a mother to those kids.
Nisim never interfered in her work, but those kids – those ten year olds – exchanged peculiar half-grins with one another, whenever they heard Nisim’s voice in the other room or when she got a call from him. There was this cute Bodo boy, Mayur, from the Class-V batch, just about nine years old, but spoke like some aged octogenarian. He advised Jaanvi the other day that she should gift Nisim, a good Nokia mobile phone – a Nokia 1100, which had a torch light, a radio, a headset and polyphonic ringtones. This would help her keep in touch with him whenever he was not in Guwahati. She was simply blown out of her mind!