Without tying her hair, Alpa jumped up and went outside, ready to find whoever it was that sounded so much like her Amma. However, within moments of running outside, she realized that no one was around. There was only her – Alpa – and the large fields and quiet homes of her village.
Alpa somehow felt abandoned by this voice that withdrew as quickly as it had come. The full force of her loneliness began to crush her once again. She felt foolish for her impulsive reaction to go chasing after this voice that had only been in her imagination.
Her disappointment in herself intensified. Here she was, in the most familiar place in the world, the fields where she had worked and played all of her life, and yet she felt utterly lost.
Alpa somehow felt abandoned by this voice that withdrew as quickly as it had come. The full force of her loneliness began to crush her once again. She felt foolish for her impulsive reaction to go chasing after this voice that had only been in her imagination.
Her disappointment in herself intensified. Here she was, in the most familiar place in the world, the fields where she had worked and played all of her life, and yet she felt utterly lost.
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