Shards of Sunlight
by Anand Nair
Every morning, the little girl, Indu, sat on the edge of the cracked, cement veranda. Her bum would feel cold and gritty. Sunlight would filter in through the palm leaves and cause rainbows on the wet ground. Indu would try to catch the shards of coloured sunlight in her hands. She was waiting - waiting for her father to come back from jail. Why did he go? If only they would tell her..