The lost child
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- The child stared open eyed and his mouth watered for the burfi that was his favourite sweet. But he knew his pleas would not be heeded because his parents would say he was greedy
- I want that burfi..
- We have all the sweets you want! Gulab jamun! Rasagulla! Burfi! Jalebi!!
- The child seemed irresistibly drawn. But he well knew that his parents would refuse to buy him those flowers because they would say they were cheap. So, without waiting for an answer, he moved on.
- I want that garland..
- A garland of gulmohur! A garland of gulmohur!
- The child was simply carried away by the rainbow glory of their silken colours. But he well knew that his parents would never buy him the balloons because they would say he was too old to play with such toys.
- the snake charmer stood playing the flute as the music stole into the invisible ears of the snake like the gentle ripping of a waterfall. Knowing his parents had forbidden him from listening to such coarse music, he proceeded further.
- There was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women and children shrieked and cried with a dizzy laughter, carried away by the whirling motion. The child watched them intently and made a bold request..
- I want to go on the roundabout, please, Father, Mother.
- There was no reply. He turned around to look at his parents. They were not there, there was no sign of them. A full deep cry rose within his dry throat and with a sudden jerk of his bosy he ran from where he stood, crying in real fear.
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