I am walking on the road near my house, and suddenly something falls in-front of me from a tree with a sonorous metallic sound. My eyes follow the object that disturb me - it is an empty deodorant bottle. Have deodorant bottles started growing in trees while I was away from town for just two weeks? Obviously no. It would have come from the first floor balcony of a house behind the tree. I don't like someone throwing things at me, and I hate it even more when people take littering as their right. I throw my hands in the air and am almost ready to tell who-ever is in the balcony to get their act right. And I see there, a three year old kid amusing himself and seemed to be bothered about having lost his toy. Don't be in a haste to conclude things, I tell myself, we have a kid in all of us.