"Roses, roses. Four for a rupee," cried the street vendor.
Meera put her books down, stopped to pick up a rupee from her purse and sprinted to the entrance of her house, reaching it just as Srinivas, the vendor, was setting his flower basket down. He pulled the brown covers back to let Meera choose…
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