"How do you manage the kid?" Apurva asked Nilima as she took a spoonful of rice. "It some how falls into place. Definitely it's difficult but there is no other alternative," replied Nilima as she opened her tiffin box. "Rakesh doesn't even bother. Does he?" asked Apurva looking straight into Nilima's eyes. "He never did. The separation has just given him an excuse to justify his nature," Nilima replied. "This is why I am never getting married. I can never possibly trust a guy with my well being. And those reasons which your parents put forward about requiring some company at an older age - I will simply pack my bag, sell my flat and live in an old age home," Apurva ran out of breath. "And probably hope to find Mr. Perfect then," Nilima winked and burst into laughter as Apurva joined in. "These things are always unplanned Apurva. The best you can do is go with the flow," said Nilima. "And then end up being like you! How is the kid doing?" asked Apurva. "He is fine. I have decided upon his nickname," the excitement was evident Nilima's voice. "And," urged Apurva. "I will call him Tintin," Nilima smiled mischievously. "So you are relying on your fictional school crush to do wonders, right?" asked Apurva. Nilima nodded. "He simply adores your cell phone designed feeding bottle. He really thinks it to be my cell phone and he always clings onto it while watching Cartoon Network," smiled Nilima. "He is such a cutie!" smiled Apurva. As Nilima went back to to her cubicle and sat, she put on her earphones, connected it to her cell phone and dialed 'Home'. The maid picked up the call and the portable blue-tooth on Tintin's ear became green, "Do you want to her the story of the Red Indians and the magic lorry, Tintin?"
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