We lived in the house now for only three months but already the children come. We are careful, living in India, because we are not prepared to battle the diseases strange to our bodies and so we must sometimes inhibit our love for the children until we are stronger. We are strangers to the country but not to the hunger and yearning on the faces of the children. The children are all from one family, and our favorite is the wild little five-year-old girl named Sakri. But aside from this slight preference we laugh and run with her two older brothers, Ramchander and Deysha, and the older and beautiful sister, Mutelly. The tiny baby, Thumpully, doesn't count but only bounces along first on one hip, and then another. This is a family of Untouchables and although the constitution makes them equals the Laws of the Heart do not as yet.
Lamper, N. (1968). This is How it is. Reading Horizons, 8 (2). Retrieved from http://scholarworks.wmich.edu/reading_horizons/vol8/iss2/4