Hey, please walk slowly. I’m unable to walk so fast as you.” Shyam heard a female voice among the chaos of girls cryings and winding up the fire in the butcher house. He couldn’t identify the voice except it was of a female. He turned back to see. He had just come out of the butcher house and was climbing hilly lane. Back to him were three ways, one leading to his right side and ending in a cottage. The second led to the left side and the third on which he was climbing with an infant of a year.