Anvi and Avin
"Mummyyyy" the five years old Anvi came running to Mumma patting her legs on the floor and wiping her unstoppable tears. "What happened my babuuu?" Mom lovingly asked wiping Anvi's tears from the corner of her cotton saree's pallu. "Bhaiya hit me with his eraser. Right here on my cheek." As the smiling Mom was off to scold Avinash, he himself stormed into the room. "She stole my colour pencil Mom." complained the seven years old Avinash. "Why did you say then that I should bring my set of colour pencils from the dustbin?" Anvi screamingly asked. "Because you are dustbin wali...huh. We brought you from the dustbin." Avin ignited the war again with this statement. "Mummyyyyy" she started crying again, this time with a shrilling noise, "Look at him. He always calls me Dustbin wali. I hate bhaiya." "Enough you two. Shut up Anvi. And you Avin! Once more you irritate her and I shall throw you...