anklet

child silence

I said, "Why, now you have sensed it?"

He kept standing listening to it.

"Ok, which one is the one with the kite? The one at the intersection on the right?"

He murmured something in his lips. Which I could not understand anything.

"That crossroads? Speak..."

"Yes."

"Look, go with your uncle. Tell me which one. Then we will suffer for it ourselves. Do you understand?"

Saying this I called my brother. Explaining everything, he said, "Look, take five annas money. First you stay away. Ashutosh will take the money and give it to him and ask for his anklet. First of all, he will return this anklet. Otherwise, scold him and tell him that you will be handed over to the police. I will do it. He cheats children of goods? Do you understand? There is no need for leniency."

"And Ashutosh, go now. Go with your uncle." He stood at his place. even after hearing.

seem to be bothered by Bhatus. -

"Won't go!"

He shook his head that he will not go.

I then explained to him that "Brother, it is a household item, it is expensive. You will lose the goods worth five annas to someone! Go, go with your uncle. You will not have to say anything. Yes, give the money and take your Ask for the thing back. If you give, then don't give.

But he didn't seem ready to go. I felt very bad for the boy's impudence. Said, "What is the matter in this? Where is the difficulty in this? He is talking after explaining, so he does not understand, does not listen."

I said, "Why won't Ray go?"

He again shook his head that he will not go.

I called Prakash, my younger brother. Said, “Prakash, hold it and take it away.”

Prakash caught him and Ashutosh started resisting him with his hands and feet. He didn't want to go along.

I forced myself a lot and then called Ashutosh, go brother! Don't be afraid. Your things will come to the house. They don't understand such a small thing. Prakash - Take him in your lap and get whatever he asks for in the market. Go brother Ashutosh!

But his mouth was swollen. Somehow after a lot of persuasion, he went with Prakash. Walked as if it was getting heavy for him to lift his feet. This eight- year- old boy came to be, yet see that he does not understand anything. I got angry, what should I tell! But remembering that anger spoils the children instead of controlling them, I kept suppressing myself. Well, when he left, I breathed a sigh of relief.

But what do I see that after some time the light has returned.

I asked, "Why?"