The Lost Child
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- IT was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrowlanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity. Some walked,some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo andbullock carts. One little boy ran between his father’s legs,brimming over with life and laughter.
- Come, child, come
- I want that toy
- gulab-jaman, rasagulla, burfi,jalebi
- I want that burfi,Iwant that garland.
- A garland of gulmohur, a garland ofgulmohur!
- I want to go on the roundabout, please,Father, Mother
- Mother, Father!
- I want my mother, Iwant my father!
- How did you get here, child? Whose baby are you?Will you have a ride on the horse?
- I want my mother, I want my father!
- Look! Can you smell those niceflowers, child! Would you like a garland to put round your neck?
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