I was walking home.

A little girl was crouched near the road.

Turning over dirt.

Stone.
Dirt.
Stone.
Dirt.

“What happened?”

“One rupee.”

“Mummy told you to find it?”

She shook her head.

I nodded.

Started walking.

A few steps later I stopped.

Turned around.

“Then…

Papa?”

She looked down.

“Haan.”

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