Saturday, July 15, 2006 ||
10:15 AM ||
Am four years old.
Me heard a big noise out here.
Like at Diwali.
Me came to see.
The train is broken up!
Into two.
Like my new toy.
That has stopped running.
So many people around.
Shouting aloud.
Screaming.
Running about.
Why is he lying down?
He is all still.
Where are his legs?
And an arm?
Mama is gonna be angry with me.
For soiling my dress again.
Me dont know how it turned all red.
Me really dont.
Its on my hands too.
And all over my face.
Inside my burning eyes.
Everyone is crying.
Me dont like to see people cry.
It makes me cry too.
Me dont feel nice.
Me dont wanna see.
Me know.
It isnt Diwali.
It isnt any fun.