Dramatization of the story the lost child
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It was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a
gaily clad humanity. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo
and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his father’s legs, brimming over with life and
laughter. “Come, child, come,” called his parents, as he lagged behind, fascinated 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. His father looked at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way. His
mother, melted by the free spirit of the day was tender and, giving him her finger to hold,
said, “Look, child, what is before you!”
It was a flowering mustard-field, pale like melting gold as it swept across miles and miles of
even land. A group of dragon-flies were bustling about on their gaudy purple wings,
intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterfly in search of sweetness from the flowers.
The child followed them in the air with his gaze, till one of them would still its wings and rest,
and he would try to catch it. But it would go fluttering, flapping, up into the air, when he ,