But I remember some evenings like that evening in my childhood when I used to insist my father to take me out for a walk. 

Papa used to come tired from work, there was no anger on his face and he used to take me for a walk holding my finger. 

There was a very cold wind blowing and my younger sister also stayed with me. We used to sit on a very big stone. It was summer time and we could feel the fragrant air of flowers. 

And we used to eat kulfi and there was a temple and we used to jump to ring its bell. 

Papa would carry me in his lap and then both of us could ring the bell.