Lina waited patiently in the queue.
“Ten already ahead of me… I hope it doesn’t finish by the time I reach.”
With each person who walked back past her, her anxiety grew.
When she reached, and asked for it, she was happy it was in stock.
She remembered the time she had first experienced it five years back.
She had saved enough to buy one every day. And she did exactly that.
“Twenty rupees, little girl,” said the ice-cream vendor, breaking her thoughts.
She wished she knew then what she knew now.
That ice-cream wouldn’t stay the same price always.
(20th May 2014)