(Inspired by another blogpost I chanced upon)
She looked down at her baby sister, smiling as she noted the
excitement in her eyes. Only a gawky thirteen-year-old could be so excited
about a visit to the local fair. Oh, the sweet little pleasures of innocent
youth!
Clasping didi’s hand firmly, she looked around, scanning the
place in wonder. Every other day of the year, this same field would have meant
nothing but a sea of grass to her, a sight all too common. But tonight the
place was abuzz with activity. Merry-go-rounds, car-rides, food-shops,
handicraft stores, stalls selling everything from pins to clothes – you name
it. Her eyes settled on a pet store. She tugged at her elder sister’s hand. “Didi,
buy me a bird from there!”
