‘What do you want to become when you
grow up?’ a grandpa asked his grandson.
‘An auto driver’ Mike said with pride.
The next minute Maria rushed to bang the 5 year old on his back.
‘How many times do you want me to repeat
it? You should say that you want to become an IAS officer when you grow up.
Being auto driver is not prestigious. Only poor people do that.’ She warned him
and vanished into the kitchen as the cooker kept whistling.
