of what my second sister tlells

Then even our neighbors got alerted  and they went in search of me. It seems I was founf by a policeman near railway station . Hefound me crying and asi was a small child I could not tell him anything.One of our neighbors saw me there with the police man and told that i was their neighbors child and brought me back.

my second sister , sarojani was a cute little thing. even today she doesnt look her age. She loks younger than me from the begining.Oneday , she was trying to hold me to the hip and walking on the road.She could not hold me tight and hence dropped me to the ground. At the same tome,an obese man with rice bag was comig in the rickshaw  and rickhshaw ran over me. My sister was afraid I would be bruised and my mother would scold her. But actually nothing happened to me. so she took me home. From then onwards she would never try to carry me.In that house there were  many families living. Of them, Padmavathamma and her son Seshadri were our best friends. As i knew she was a widow but her faceso pleasant and attracitve. they used to be so affectionate towards us. Seshadri ,her son was also a nice guy. He used to sing very nicely.