It was early afternoon when a seven-year-old girl had come back home from the nearby forests along with two horses of the family. Impatience grew in the chirpy girl, eager to play with children of Rasana from where she had just returned. After a quick lunch, she rushed towards the cluster of houses in that village. Her mother paid no attention—for, that was “routine” outing.
But then, the girl didn’t return late into that evening. By 5.30 pm, her mother got a little worried. She got out of her two-room house, walked down a cleared stretch of the rugged forest and began inquiring about her daughter. All were clueless about the girl. Finally, one woman informed her that she had seen the girl, distinctly fair and brown-eyed, play with other children near her house.
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