Question

describe the scene in the fair in short
chapter -2
the lost child​

Answer 1

THE LOST CHILD

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj Anand

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)Mulk Raj Anand (1905 – 2004)

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)Mulk Raj Anand (1905 – 2004)They entered the flooded sea of sparkling silver sunshine outside the city gates and sped towards the fair. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his parent’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter. The joyous morning gave greetings and unashamed invitations to all to came away into the fields, full of flowers and songs.

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)Mulk Raj Anand (1905 – 2004)They entered the flooded sea of sparkling silver sunshine outside the city gates and sped towards the fair. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his parent’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter. The joyous morning gave greetings and unashamed invitations to all to came away into the fields, full of flowers and songs.‘Come, child, come,’ called his parents, as he lagged behind, arrested by the toys in the shops that lined the way.

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)Mulk Raj Anand (1905 – 2004)They entered the flooded sea of sparkling silver sunshine outside the city gates and sped towards the fair. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his parent’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter. The joyous morning gave greetings and unashamed invitations to all to came away into the fields, full of flowers and songs.‘Come, child, come,’ called his parents, as he lagged behind, arrested by the toys in the shops that lined the way.He hurried towards his parents, his feet obedient to their call, his eyes still lingering on the receding toys. As he came to where they had stopped to wait for him he could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes.

THE LOST CHILDMulk Raj AnandIt was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity, thick as a swarm of bright-coloured rabbits issuing from a warren.Mulk Raj Anand (1905 - 2004)Mulk Raj Anand (1905 – 2004)They entered the flooded sea of sparkling silver sunshine outside the city gates and sped towards the fair. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his parent’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter. The joyous morning gave greetings and unashamed invitations to all to came away into the fields, full of flowers and songs.‘Come, child, come,’ called his parents, as he lagged behind, arrested by the toys in the shops that lined the way.He hurried towards his parents, his feet obedient to their call, his eyes still lingering on the receding toys. As he came to where they had stopped to wait for him he could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes.‘I want that toy,’ he pleaded.