Junior Vocab
Tara's Ribbons
ribbonssandalwood and old rain. Tara lifted the lid and gasped. Inside lay a pile of, soft and bright as boiled sweets—marigold orange, hibiscus red, jasmine white.Amma’s trunk smelled of
A Special Request
“Can I wear these for school, Amma?” Tara asked. Amma smiled. “They were mine. Take care of them.”
The Windy Adventure
At school, the wind was naughty. Tara’s plait came loose, and a white ribbon flew away, skimming over puddles. Tara ran after it, heart thumping, sandals splashing muddy water on her socks.
Rescuing the Ribbon
thornshesitated, then reached carefully, feeling the scratch her fingers. She freed the ribbon at last. It fluttered in her hand like a tiny flag.The ribbon caught on the thorny fence. Tara
A Proud Moment
That evening, Amma retied Tara’s hair with the rescued ribbons, a little crooked, a little muddy, and shining with secret pride.