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Biju helped drape each sari over his father’s shoulder so that the design was displayed more effectively.
The boy watched his mother look carefully at the saris, but he was soon bored. ‘Mummy, can I ask this boy to come and play in my
room?’ he asked.
His mother nodded absent-mindedly. Biju wondered whether he should stay with his father to help fold the saris that were spread
across the room. Bapa was silent. In the end, Biju was too curious to see the boy’s room in the big house in the big city to resist. He got
up and followed the boy.
‘What is your name?’ asked the boy.
‘Brijeswar Prasad Mehr,’ said Biju very carefully. ‘What’s yours?’
‘Bubbles.’
The boy’s room was full of toys and gadgets in bright colours. It was like nothing Biju had ever seen. Bubbles let him touch the huge
plastic ball and showed him how to sit on it and bounce across the room. He told him how to wind a key in the stomach of a giant fluffy
toy bear so that it squeaked.
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