One day when walking down a stingy, narrow lane I thought about a game. I wondered whether I could play it in real or was I just fancy fooling. I looked up at the sky and saw the sun shining bright. On seeing the sun smiling all happy and yellow I really wanted to tell him hello. I did that and then I wanted to eat the big ball of fire hoping to make it somehow fall. I wished I could poke it with a super long stick. And engage in confusing and hearty talk with it probably in Hinglish having a crazy and lazy mix of words, fun and lingo. I wanted to eat that beautiful ball in just a big, single go not caring whether it was red, orange or yellow anymore. Somehow I managed to tear it out from the veil of the blue sky and got it in my hands walking to find a suitable place to start my eat treat. Some boys nearby were dancing on a musical beat. Finally I found a place near a river, yellow flowers, moss and some trash. But suddenly the sun slipped from my hand and went into the river alas. This made me upset totally and I cried for long. But then I tried to get back to normalcy and strolled down the lane singing a sad song. On reaching my home garden I took to a corner wondering what just happened and why but this time I did not sulk and cry. And smiling with hope again I looked to find something up in the skies.