And then the rehearsals started. Wow this girl had strength. Who would say that she was the same age as mine. She was lifting me and holding me like I really was her baby. Our teacher Mrs Srivastava, tied a big cloth from under my bottom and over Anjana's shoulder and back in the form of a sack. All the while Anjana was holding me lifted on her breasts. I had wrapped my legs around Anjana's waist. She asked me to hold Anjana around her neck, with my hands resting on her wide shoulders and back.