As soon as I stepped out of my house on the road a sound captured my attention. It a was a young child, hoisted on a man’s arm and peeking at me from behind his shoulder. As I looked at her she pointed a finger towards me and shouted even louder in sheer enthusiasm “Bhayah” (Brother). This time her voice was too clear, so clear that it seemed to pierce through me. And I winced as if I had confronted a monster which was headed a to stab me through the heart
But she was just a kid, instead of looking away and running off in the opposite direction I could have smiled back but I was too afraid but of what ? Of being stabbed once again? May be I don’t really know…. I am confused.