The Village Fair
At the village fair, a jester in a patchwork kurta jingled past Meera. His tiny bells chimed like spoons in a steel tumbler. He tossed three bright lemons into the air, calling out, “Come, little one, catch?”
Meera wanted to catch the lemons, but her hands stayed tight by her sides. She worried about dropping them and what everyone would think. The fear of laughter held her back.
The jesterplop into the mud. His loud laughter made Meera giggle too. bent down, his eyes kind, and whispered, “Even I drop them. Watch.” He juggled again, then let a lemon fall with a
This time, when the jester tossed a lemon, Meera reached out. Her fingers closed around the cool, bumpy peel. The crowd clapped, the bells jingled, and the fair felt full of sunshine.