Disha does it
Rohan Mishra stood in the balcony holding the railings. He turned mummy-wards every few seconds and she served him some tasty white goo with a spoon. He would then resume his squirrel watching.
Through the branches of the neem tree, Rohan saw 13-month-old Disha Das in her balcony. She was walking out of the door. Eager voices from within egged her on. She stopped and tottered. “Fall, Fall!” Rohan wished. But she turned around and walked back into the room, towards cheers and loud claps. “They will spoil her this way.” Rohan thought as he gulped down his food.