Both of them were staring at each other ferociously. Their pair of bloodshot eyes and shivering fists seemed fierce. The young man at the counter was saying something but neither of them cared. The situation appeared tense and out of control.
Both had approached the queue at the same time and were now at loggerheads about who came first. It started with verbal duel but soon grew grim.
A few people behind them attempted to pacify them but every passing moment filled them with animosity and hatred. They started threatening each other with dire consequences. A crowd gathered and everyone wanted a fight.
Suddenly a little boy came running from a corner and stood on his toes and asked the person on service counter with innocence, "Do you serve ice-cream?" The man behind the counter nodded. The little boy turned into the direction of these men and said, "Uncleji, Namsakar, do you mind if I place my order as I am famished?"
The innocent face and tone were heartening. Both of them looked into the direction where their families were sitting, anguished and trembling. "What were we trying to do?" Both of them seemed to be introspecting. They looked at the little boy; and said, "Please order Mr. Little Preacher."
The little boy did not understand but was smiling. The situation soon turned normal and both of them were smiling and offering each other the first position in the queue. What a Sunday learning...I chuckled and left.