The lost child
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- It was the festival of spring.Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts
- It was a flowering mustard field, pale like melting gold as it swept across miles and miles of even land.
- The dove! The dove
- he village the child could see many otherfootpaths full of throngs, converging to the whirlpool of the fair,and felt at once repelled and fascinated by the confusion of theworld he was entering. Title
- gulab-jaman, rasagulla, burfi,jalebi,
- A garland of gulmohur, a garland ofgulmohur
- There was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women andchildren, carried away in a whirling motion, shrieked and criedwith dizzy laughter. 
- TOY SHOP
- MOTHER. FATHER!
- He ran quickly again, this time to a shrine to which peopleseemed to be crowding.
- are you lost?
- the man did everything to stop the boy from crying but he couldn't.
- do you want this?
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