I asked Anjali.
'So was Mamma happy when she saw you off to school?' (Mamma looked a bit hassled, hence.)
Anjali thought for a moment.
'She looked happy,' she said.
Then she thought some more.
'But we don't know,' she continued. 'Sometimes people are something on the outside and something else on the inside.'
I looked at her.
'Can you sense that?' I asked.
'Yes, we can make out when they are not fully happy inside but they are smiling.'
People can see through. People can feel. We really don't know.
'So was Mamma happy when she saw you off to school?' (Mamma looked a bit hassled, hence.)
Anjali thought for a moment.
'She looked happy,' she said.
Then she thought some more.
'But we don't know,' she continued. 'Sometimes people are something on the outside and something else on the inside.'
I looked at her.
'Can you sense that?' I asked.
'Yes, we can make out when they are not fully happy inside but they are smiling.'
People can see through. People can feel. We really don't know.
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