Now I know what a mother hen must feel like.
After my tour of Sardarjung’s tomb, I leisurely exited the museum and was promptly greeted by a rosy cheeked boy. We was adorned with raggedy clothing and a huge smile. He asked me for money. However, I decided to treat him to ice cream. Due to our location, I was worried that an adult might steal the money from him the moment he left my sight.
As we were walking to the ice cream truck, 3 additional boys appeared out of thin air! On we continued, across the parking lot to the tiny ice-cream stand. I ordered 4 ice cream cones, one for each of the boys. And just like that, a little girl with an injured leg came wobbling up with her little sister towing behind. That dear child was wearing a top but no bottom. “Okay, make that 6 cones,” I managed to sputter out just as 3 more children magically appeared.
I think you get the picture. Altogether I purchased 12 delicious chocolate ice cream cones. We all parted ways with smiles on our faces.