She floats on the saffron shore holding a bamboo basket. Her heart beats within the shelter of peanut shells. Toys and text books, picnics and pamperings; all collided on a wall, but death dropped her to be tossed. The girl in a dirty frock – she sells parched peanuts for coins and eye-pricks. ‘Peanuts’, ‘Peanuts’ – her withered call haunts her parents in the grave. Her pale figure walks away with Time Teacher.