She was a tiny little tot lost in the maze of familiar lanky humans - two she called Mom and Dad. Others were aunts and uncles. Everyone was at the farmhouse on East Coast Road in the sweaty sweetness of an Indian summer. They all wanted to check the pool. She got there, her tininess taking in the steely blues of the pool waters. The sun glistened and she was fixated in some sort of trance. When she looked up she was alone. Two tall figures, dark skinned, unlike her entourage, approached her. They spoke in tamil and said, " Come with us. We will take you to Ma and Pa.". She gave her little hand, as if in a lucid dream. They walked through shrubs and tall plants. Disoriented, her tiny chubby legs trying to keep pace with the ground. It moved so quickly under her. Finally a clearing. There she saw Mom and Dad frantic. "Where is Meena?!?"
(Image: Me on my 1st Birthday.)