Half of an hour has passed and the little one is up. When the cuckoo coos six times we leave the door for a stroll around the neighbourhood. The evening breeze is so relaxing. I watch my elder son holding his dad's hand and hopping happily chatting something. I follow listening to him while pushing the stroller. The sun is going down content of having painted the sky in a hue of red and yellow.
"Amma, I want..." am awakened from my dream... I see the clock, with small hand between 9 and 10 and the big hand at 10.