Indrajit, 5 years old, came rushing home after playing with his friends in the nearby park. His birthday gift, a remote controlled bike, was waiting for his touch to turn alive.

Seetha, having sensed his arrival, said, “Wash your hands and legs before cuddling on to the sofa!! “

Indrajit is very much used to this that he automatically did what she wanted him to. She never missed to remind him though she knew that was no longer needed.

She didn’t stop with that. She made sure he had had snacks before he could lay his hands on the gift.

In between the process, he narrated school stories, play-time tales, that day’s newly invented game and she bore a smiling face as she keenly listened to him. They both loved every evening time that they get to spend together.

Now, time for refreshment is over. Ready to explore the bike!

He unpacked the gift, took the parts out not knowing what to do, how to operate, where to begin with, what to do with the thing that had so many buttons. Hoping Seetha would help, he looked at her.

“What to do? Why doesn’t this bike run? I want to play with it”

“Neither do I know, child! We will try all possible ways to make it run”

“Press all these buttons one by one. At least one should click”

He pressed one at a time, then random combos. Nothing worked.

Poor Indrajit lost interest and began to cry. Seetha convinced him and said, “Why don’t you go out and play with your friends for some more time? Meanwhile I will try to fix it”

To him, it seemed a good option to go out and play some real game. Looking at him moving out, she told herself that his parents must be informed of this once they returned from office.

His parents came back, had dinner and were about to go to sleep. Seetha took the issue to their notice. Dad examined the remote only to find that the batteries were missing.

Mom, “Dear, we should buy a new battery tomorrow and more importantly, we ought to teach Seetha how to use it and make the bike run!”

Dad, ”Ya, I will. Remind me later”.

Everyone, off to bed.