I Generally, I liked being in Book Alley. There were dozens of bookstalls and thousands of books. There were old books in Sanskrit, new books in English, and textbooks in Hindi, German and French. All kinds of people came to buy and browse. I could wander from little group to little group, being invisible and listening to their talk. I couldn’t understand most of it but I liked it anyway. It made me feel important just to be around it. On this early morning, though, Book Alley just made me feel worse. The clean white bandages Dr. Indra had wound around my feet were now grey and filthy. They hung off my ankles. I smoothed the tape with my hand, trying to make it sticky again, but that made no difference. I wanted clean bandages again. But I wanted more than that. I wanted to be like Dr. Indra. I wanted to know things and to speak about things so that people would listen to me. I wanted to have a purse with rupees in it – enough rupees that I could pay extra for things if I wanted to, just to be nice.
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