It was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity. One little boy ran between his father's legs, brimming over with life and laughter.
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He was mesmerized by the toys in the shops that lined the way. A sweetmeat seller hawked, ''gulab - jamun, rasagulla, barfi, jalebi''. His mouth watered for the barfi but he knew that his parents would say that he was greedy. So without waiting for an answer, he moved on.
A flower-seller hawked ,''A garland of gulmohar, a garland of gulmohar''. He wished to have a garland but he knew that his parents would say that they were cheap. He also came across a man holding a pole with a lot of coloured balloons tied to it. But he knew his parents would never buy the balloons because they would say he was too old to play with such toys.
Then, there was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women and children, were carried away in a swirling motion, shrieked and cried with dizzy laughter. 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 back and looked but his parents were not there.
Panic-stricken, he ran to one side first, then to the other, hither and thither in all directions, not knowing where to go. ''Mother, Father'' , he wailed.The crowd became very thick, men jostled each other, with flashing, murderous eyes and hefty shoulders. ''Father, Mother'', he shrieked. A man in the surging crowd, heard his cry and, stooping with great difficulty, lifted him up in his arms.
The man offered him sweets, flowers, balloons and even a ride on the roundabout to distract the child's attention and quieten him. But he turned his face away from all of them and shouted, ''I want my mother, I want my father''.
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