Chhoti Rani






She was riding high....on the shoulders of her dadi or nani, a string of her hair in her fist, surrounded by the other female members of her clan... 

Colorful Saree clad cheerful procession just from one home to the other's home.. Aunt.. Mom....Sisters....Friends...

All just gliding along taking up nearly all of the side street we were walking on... 

I laughed and smiled...called her Chhoti Rani... she looked at me with big brown eyes, still holding her human vehicle's hair tight and sucking on it... all the women were laughing ..  yes yes...ye humari Chhoti Rani hai  .... she is our small queen....

Say Namaste Rani bitiya ... 

With a shy smile and finally releasing the hair  .... Chhoti Rani waved a hi....

And with that the whole procession moved on....

And on top Chhoti Rani giggling and riding high .... 

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