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- Their faces were red and bloated with the effort, but their mother would not open the door.
-They wailed so horrendously that she actually let down the balt of the front door so that they nurst out like seeds from a craclinkg, over-ripe pod into the veranda. - The children too felt released. They too began tumbling, shoving, pushing against each other, frantic to start. Start what? Start their business. The business of the children's day which is- play.
-Raghu was it. He sarted to protest, to cry ''You cheated- Mira cheated- Anu cheated-'' but it was too late, the others had all already streaked away. -Only small Manu suddenly reappeared, as if he had dropped out of an invisible cloud or from a bird's claws, and stood for a moment in the center of the yellow Raghu shouting, with his head pressed agains the veranda wall, ''Eighty-three, eghty-five, eighty-nine, ninety...''
Lincking the beads of perspiration off his upper lip and then salked off in search of worther prey, whisling spiritdly so that the hiders should hear. Ravi heard the whistling ,he felt himself too exposed, sitting on an upturned flower pot behind the garage. Next to the garage was another shed , The green leaves of the door were nearly off their rusty hinges. large and that made a small gap between the door and the walls-just for rats, dogs and, possibly, Ravi to slip through.
- Ravi shook, the shivered with delight, with self-congratulation. Also with fear. It was dark, spooky in the shed.
-It seemed to him that he could hear them chating, singing, laughing. But what about the game? what had hapened?. -He had been forgotten, left out and he would not join them now. The ignominy of being forgotten- how could he face it?.
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