She trembled with fear as she hid behind the tree, her face covered with a ‘dupatta’. If only one of her children would come out…
Her youngest saw her and, before she could stop him, cried with delight, “Amma!” Knowing that she only had a few seconds, she snatched him and ran away from their tormentor… again.
Rest of her brood would have to wait until the next time.
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