Little Dhruv certainly had a decent set of choppers on him.
Drishti winced as the emerging teeth grated on the sensitive flesh of her breast as he hungrily fed.
She shifted on the comfortable swing chair on the verandah with the sunshine sprinkling down on them.
Definitely time for solids.
That would disappoint the little man in her arms.
But she knew an older one who would be delighted to have exclusive access at long last, Drishti thought mischievously.
Drishti looked across at sixteen year old Damini pouting at her brother in law, who refused to let her go for a night party at some pub.
Drishti and Shravan had shifted to a two storeyed house with a backyard, after Dhruv's birth.
Damini had come over to stay with her older sister after finishing her tenth grade public examinations.
Much to Damini's dismay, Shravan had started to tutor her with her eleventh grade syllabus.
