🌹She was walking slowly, because the hot April sun was directly above her head. Its umbrella blocked its rays but nothing blocked the heat - the raw, wild heat that crushes you with its energy. Some buffaloes were tied under coconuts, browsing the standing path. Occasionally a car passes by, leaving its traps in the melting peak like a ship moving in the sea. Otherwise it was silent, and no one saw it. In her long white Sunday dress, you must have taken Gini Narayan for fourteen or fifteen. She was, in fact, twelve years old, a cheerful, complex child with a reddish hibiscus that adorned her long black hair.🌺

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