She eyed the little kids playing in the playground enviously.
How she wished she could play too! The swings were absolutely thrilling!!
Chotu had said he would push her swing high if she could get to play...
She started off with a spring in her step to play, but then her little heart skipped a beat.
She remembered the last time she had ventured into the playground and how when her mother had found her, she had been whipped.
A tear trickled down her muddy face, remembering the pain and how Chotu had applied the paste on her back to make it stop hurting.
She went back and sat on her box dejectedly, playing with her raggedly doll Simbal. She sat still for almost an hour, peeping out now and then to see the children play.
After a while she heard Chotu call her, she looked up with anticipation in her big brown eyes. Chotu pointed out to the place where her mother lay passed out because of the drugs she took.
She was happy, almost sang in happiness and thanked God for the drugs her mother took.
Now, she could play for as long as she wanted without her mother waking up!
She skipped out with a song in her heart and a tune on her lips to play on the swings and to rush down the slide!!!