My lost brother!
It was the fastival 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.