Pal’s wife gives birth to a female child.
He refuses to believe.. He calls the hospital
twice to make sure of the sex of the new born.
The enraged Gynecologist hangs the phone.
Pal remains unsure for a while ” can’t be so”
he mumbles.
He reconciles soon after. The girl
becomes his darling, he pampers,
spoils her.
The girl grows up- an exaggerated photocopy
of her father possessing the qualities
not a decimal less.
She throws tantrums which Pal
never does, an added feature
that makes her life difficult.
Pal continues to live without a change.
Age has not mellowed him nor he
attempts to correct himself.
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