He got up with the sound of the atom bomb. Sensing something unusual, he frantically looked for his mom. As she cajoled him from the gallery, he got up and ran to the window to understand what was happening. Still too small to reach the window pane, he struggled by standing on his toes. The air was filled with smog and a pungent smell - not a smell which he had sensed before. Overwhelmed with the sight, he turned to look at his mom for comfort. It was merely 9 am in the morning, however for the first time in months, she had already showered and her soggy hair was now neatly wrapped in a towel with a fruity smell emanating from her due to the heavenly strawberry body wash. She wasn’t dressed in her casual pyjama set which was the norm for all these days. Rather she was impeccably decked up in a lovely chudidar set from Fab India with a red bindi on her forehead being the only missing element in order to complete her look. As she stretched her lower eyelid to smear some kajal, she saw he...