'Chocolate?'
His white teeth smile up at me. Chocolate. Always chocolate.
'Chocolate china' I laugh (which loosely means 'I don't have any chocolate so stop asking me for it')
'What's your name?' I ask him.
'Deepak Pandi. Chocolate?' he grins again.
'Chocolate, chocolate!' I laugh, 'Always chocolate. I'm going to change your name,' I tell him. 'I'm going to call you Deepak Chocolate.'
I look at this little man, sappy and happy. This kid is street-wise, or at least he would be if this village had a street.
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