Her legs were as thick as tree trunks and her body was stretched out as a giraffes neck.she somehow lived on nothing but the stale air that choked many.a child was homeless also,always begging with cold palms and a muddy face.her hair stood out in odd angles,just like young stone.the child's name was a satisfying one to say-nerupinoli.in tamil that meant light of the fire,a very fitting name indeed.she would hold stone close to her chest on cold nose and whisper the following into her small ear,"adults are all bad,rotten in fact.dont trust a single one of 'em."it was clear that the betrayal of her parents had led her to resent grown ups and was eager to set stone on the same path.
stone though,knew her despite laying low.
and nothing neru said was going to change her mind.
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