"Aayush, what did you do today?" Ritu asked as the car stopped at the Hauz Khas traffic signal. This was their daily routine. Aayush's teacher had suggested it as a way to get him to express more. It required patience like feeding an infant morsel by morsel.
She turned to look at him. He stared outside his window. A young boy, about his age, displayed a plastic police car, whose indicator lights shone and the siren rang when he pressed the white button on the top.
"Aayush, look at mama, beta."
He reluctantly tore his gaze from the toy and brushed away the hair from his eyes. He needed a haircut.
She wriggled under the seat belt to make herself more comfortable and smiled at him. "What did you do at school today?"
"Aayush play guitar."
He had taken to guitar two years ago. He en
