Seethu

“With shaking hands Anand opened the right-hand drawer of the dressing table . . . .” Anand didn’t know what to do. How could he ever be happy again. His friend Rami, the gardener’s grand-daughter, and the gardener had been sent away and it was all his fault. Maybe – just maybe – his and Rami’s old rag doll Seethu could help him. For Seethu could think; she could talk; she was a wonder doll!