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The slum-child tugged at my cloak. As I looked down, she composed herself, raised her eye-brows and frowned with intent. Then, with her six year old large eyes and lovable lisp, she calmly placed the request: “Can you fetth me thome moonlight uncle? Our home is thoo dhark, andh I am cared at night.”
Smiling, I said, “Sure.”
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The slum-child tugged at my cloak. As I looked down, she composed herself, raised her eye-brows and frowned with intent. Then, with her six year old large eyes and lovable lisp, she calmly placed the request: “Can you fetth me thome moonlight uncle? Our home is thoo dhark, andh I am cared at night.”
Smiling, I said, “Sure.”
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Bengaluru, KA,
June, 2007
