the lost child
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- WOW! Look at these rides momthey look so amusing!! I want to go on all of them
- Come with me beta, Let me show you something!!
- Dad can we pleasee get that toy I reallyyy want it
- Boys and Girls!!Come and get your favourite Toys!!!
- Come, child, come, let's go towards the rides at the carnival!
- It was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity to gather at a one of its kind street fair!. Mr. and Mrs. Rathore along with their son had come to this fair too. Upon reaching the gala the little boy gazed at all the rides brimming over with life and laughter. As he heard the shout of the old man screaming aloud Toys!! Toys!!, he ran towards the toy stall.
- A garland of gulmohar!!A garland of gulmohar!!
- gulab-jamun, rasgulla, burfi, jalebi!!
- He could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in his dad's eyes. He pleaded his father but his father, agitated, looked at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way. His mother, melted by the free spirit of the day was tender and, giving him her finger to hold, took him to the flowering mustard-field, pale like melting gold as it swept across miles and miles of even land.
- I want to go on the ferris wheel, please, Father, Mother. MOTHER?!! FATHER?!! WHERE ARE U
- The child was so astonished upon seeing the bright mustard fields and was so lost in them. Then his mother gave a cautionary call :“Come, child, come. He hurried towards his parents, his feet obedient to their call, his eyes still lingering on the fields. He ran towards his parents gaily and walked abreast of them for a while.
- How did you get here, child? Whose baby are you? Will you have a ride on the horse? Would you like a rainbow colored balloon? Would you like a garland to put round your neck? What sweets would you like, child?
- I want my mother, I want my father!
- A sweetmeat seller hawked and a crowd pressed round his counter at the foot of an architecture of many colored sweets, decorated with leaves of silver and gold. The child stared open eyed and his mouth watered for the burfi that was his favorite sweet. “I want that burfi,” he slowly murmured. But he half knew as he begged that his plea would not be heeded because his parents would say he was greedy. So without waiting for an answer he moved on.
- Wow!! Burfis, Gulmohar, Toys, Balloons. I want them all. I wish my parents would buy it for me :((
- There was a ferris wheel in full swing. Men, women and children, carried away in a whirling motion, shrieked and cried with dizzy laughter. The child watched them intently and then he made a bold request to his parents. There was no reply. He turned to look at his parents. They were not there, ahead of him. He turned to look on either side. They were not there. He looked behind. There was no sign of them.
- A full, deep cry rose within his dry throat and with a sudden jerk of his body he ran from where he stood, crying in real fear. Tears rolled down from his eyes, hot and fierce; his flushed face was convulsed with fear. Panic-stricken, He wailed. A man in the surging crowd heard his cry and tried to soothe him by distracting him but the lost child continued screaming out loud for his parents.
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