‘No, I haven’t known you since ages. You’re not the uncle who is next of kin, or a man I’ve forgotten a face of. Then why did you wipe the Packet of chips clean, the one that was dipped in dust?  No retailer does that. Who would bother a layer of Dust over a packet lent to a child who does not remember the last time he touched soap and water?’

The packet shone brighter, it glared me in my eye. I myself did not know if I was happy, watching it clean itself in front of me. It raised the insecurities in me, I’d rather had it covered with dust. I’d rather love it the way it has always been.

I Smiled at the young man, and walked away. My footsteps, leaving some dust over his floor. To which he surely must have smiled back.

-AXA