Medini took hurried steps.
She passed a little girl with two braids, hands on her hips, red with anger and a young little boy, holding on to her pleated skirt. The little girl slapped a blurred face “That’s for hitting my brother”. The girl then walked away holding hands with her brother. Soon the milling crowd enveloped her.
Soon their roles will be reversed.
Why and how, Medini was not sure.
And this was no time to be thinking.
She was some 100 steps away from posting the Rakhi, the sacred vows of protection.
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