Red doormat

We grew up on oxide floors. On a red doormat rolled out at the doorway. With children from the big house.
Kani was a baby then, crawling on the damp floors. The four of us played a game where the one who chose green always won – Ludo. While Noah painted her long nails in her small airy room, Namya made drawings of a hut with lake and clouds. They were of the same age. Srini, his sister, Suni and I played Hopscotch under the Mango tree. Picked fruits from the dried lake.
Srini told about ghosts in the farm after sundown. To which his sister snubs, mad he is.

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