We usually gave Mr Singh and his wife, an elderly couple, a lift in our car, as we attended church, a good forty five minutes away, on Sundays. They used to live quite close to us.
As we returned home one afternoon, Mr Singh, who had our three year old first born in his lap, asked him to name the colors of the rainbow. "You'll get a polo if you tell me," he told the fellow. He was sure he wouldn't know.
The little one began, "Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red."
I had taught him vibgyor just few days earlier.
Mr Singh was left with mouth open. Every Sunday the fella got a big polo pack as part of the deal. He sat on the man's lap, opened the wrapper and before he reached home, he made sure the pack was empty. And Mr Singh no longer asked him any more questions!
So as we geared up to meet Him on Sundays, sonny looked forward to meeting Polo Uncle with equal fervor.
