Some ride it used to be.
Bittoo standing in the front, me driving the scooter.
He would barely come up to my chin. I let him think he was the one driving. Going to watch another movie.
My Bittoo. It used to be our time. Father & son.
He calls home every 2-3 days.
Talks to Sarita, who only cooks and watches TV. She used to dance once. Now she only makes me dance to her whims.
Bittoo doesn't talk much to me, unless it's related to the bank.
I have stopped watching movies too, in the hall.
The scooter is gathering dust somewhere. We all have cars now.
No one stands.
He is coming home tonight. Bittoo.