The doors suddenly flung open and a panic-stricken lady stood still at the entrance of our balai. The usual hustle and chatter at the balai enquiry counter came to an abrupt halt as if time had stopped.
Then the sobbing five-year-old girl sprung up from my lap, let out a small cry and dashed into her mother’s arms.
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