The Lost Child.
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- Look, child, what is before you!
- I want that toy!!
- Look son! A beuatiful mustard field!
- 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.
- Iwant that garland. I wish my parents would buy those for me..how mesmerizing!!
- Garland Of Gulmohar!!Garland of Gulmohar!!
- TOYS!! TOYS!!
- He lagged behind,fascinated by the toys in the shops that lined the way.He hurried towards his parents, his feet obedient to their call,his eyes still lingering on the receding toys. As he came to where they had stopped to wait for him, he could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusalin their eye. He pleaded for the toy. His father looked at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way.
- I wanr my mother!! I want my father!!
- How did you get here, child? Whose baby are you? Will you have a ride on the horse?“Would you like a rainbowcoloured balloon?
- It was a flowering mustard-field, pale like melting gold as itswept across miles and miles of even land. A group of dragon-flies were bustling about on their gaudypurple wings, intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterflyin search of sweetness from the flowers. The child followed themin the air with his gaze, till one of them would still its wings andrest, and he would try to catch it. But it would go fluttering,flapping, up into the air, when he had almost caught it in hishands.
- I want my mother!! I want my father!!
- What sweets would you like, child?
- As they entered the fair, he admired every shop and wished to get his favourite barfis, garland of gulmohar, toys, balloons. He really wanted those but he knew that his parents will say no to it. They will either say this is too expensive or they will say its not necesary. His parents left him behind and walked away.
- There was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women andchildren, carried away in a whirling motion, shrieked and criedwith dizzy laughter. The child watched them intently and then hemade a bold request: “I want to go on the roundabout, please,Father, Mother.”There was no reply. He turned to look at his parents. They werenot there, ahead of him. He turned to look on either side. Theywere not there. He looked behind. There was no sign of them. A man in the surging crowdheard his cry and, stooping with great difficulty, lifted him upin his arms.
- The man tried to soothe him by taking him to the roundabout.Thinking to humour his disconsolate charge by a gift of sweets, the man took him to the counter of the sweet shop.“What sweets would you like, child?” he asked. The child turnedhis face from the sweet shop and only sobbed, “I want mymother, I want my father!”
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