presently in front of him were three older kids playing with their pebbles , and every now and then the little kid would set his gaze in their general direction , attentively watching the movement of those pebbles as they raced around and collided with each other , then after a while he would feel bored and turn his vision towards the end of the lane looking for signs of his mother , doing this for a brief amount of time his mercurial attentions would then divert towards wiggling his bottom against the doorstep underneath to enjoy the warmth which the friction produced , and then suddenly he would break in to a popular bollywood song of those times unchi hai building..lift teri band hai..kaise main aaun..dil..dil..gaja..ganj hai ... in his childish dulcet voice , while bobbing his head from side to side and tapping his small feet to the beat of it , but abruptly he would stop with the singing and start watching the pebbles again , this time amusing himself by noticing the gleaming patterns that the sunlight made in them..and so he carried on skipping between these myriad of activities for an hour or so until his mother finally arrived home .