Traffic-Stopper

Dressed up in bright pink with golden embroidery, she was ready to be the cynosure of all eyes at the wedding. A free spirit with a happy heart and a spring in her stride, she knew the world was hers. Having alighted from her cab, she couldn't wait to cross the street to be with her friends at the party. Rushing forward, she almost knocked down a biker, who smiled and passed on. Slightly flustered but her spirits undamped, she glided further away. A second biker, this time coming from the opposite direction, narrowly missed her hemline. By then, her father had had enough and admonished her mother. "Paanch saal ki bachchi hai. Raasta paar karte hue haath nahin pakad sakti?!" AbNQ