For children: Saru is excited about the craft fair, but worried about a festival that’s coming soon

“Butsh I shhaid shhorry to everyone lasht yearr,” Saru complained to her toothpaste tube as she brushed her teeth. “They couldn’t have forgotten already,” she told the mirror as she washed her face.

“Then what was the point?” she asked her school uniform. The uniform didn’t reply, but it looked a bit crushed, too.

“Idea!” Saru squealed midway through breakfast. “I’ll type out a sorry message! You’ll forward it to everyone?” She looked up at her older sister. Sadly, Taru Didi was looking down at her phone, as usual. Saru’s face fell. Taru Didi had no time for her these days. They used to have so much fun – building bedsheet forts, trying out silly hairstyles on dolls and on each other and on Jiggy, having pillow fights, drawing moustaches, beards, and horns on faces in the newspapers, making up ghost stories and scaring each other. But all that had changed when Taru Didi got a phone. And now she was always glued to it.

Mummy-Pappa were right, the phone was like Didi’s third hand, Saru thought.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning to Jiggy. Alas, he was glued to another gadget. The family iPad.

Angry and upset, Saru forgot all about Rosella Ma’am’s Golden Nuggets. No, no. Not...

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