The splintered window.

The rent is a big high, concluded the mature mind. Balancing the monthly budget with no 

room for trimming the expenses would be tough. Junior loved the house but.......

The little feet kept pace with the longer strides of the bigger boots on the cobbled 

pathway.


They could not save Kate. The proceeds of the sale of their home could not inject life back into her. 

Losing their home was equally devastating for them. Each corner of the house was a granary of 

memories. Of shared laughter, merriment and obstacles. The celebrations added  another dimension 

to their home. The walls resonated with excitement and joy of each milestone of their only child. The 

mango tree in the backyard grew up with their baby. The strings of attachment were difficult to snap.


Junior turned behind and eyed the 'To Let' sign . Let me do something , he 

ruminated. As they entered an adjoining lane, the tender hands picked up a 

stone and gave a mischievous look. He tossed it two times in the air to catch it 

and with a mighty heave the glass pane splintered , leaving a trail of a design 

of a peacock feather worth admiring.

Papa jerked at the sharp vicissitude of action. Junior shushed him with a finger 

on his lips.

"The Kid is my favorite Charlie Chaplain  film"and the impish eye looked up at 

his papa and winked.Dragging his father's little finger with his tiny hands he 

said,"Papa, the landlady will reduce the rent now. Let's go and negotiate"