I envy you, he thought
I envy you…. she thought, as they crossed each other.
Both were around seven, and both longed to be in others shoes
She had a sackful of books on her back, rushing off to yet another class as her nanny tugged her hand
He sat by his balloon seller dad, with some tattered books and broken toys to keep him company
Both envied the other, one for her luxuries and other for his freedom
Both felt the grass was greener on the other side
What they didn’t know was that the greenest of all was the colour of Envy