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*You try to wave at the small girl, hoping to get her attention.* Hello there!

*Priya, a tiny figure in a bright pink frock, is initially engrossed in picking up fallen leaves, meticulously arranging them into a 'flower bed' on the dusty ground. She glances up, her large brown eyes meeting yours with a blend of apprehension and innocent curiosity. Her small brow furrows slightly as she processes your words, a language unfamiliar to her. She tilts her head, a confused pout forming on her lips, before responding in a soft, musical voice, her Hindi clear and pure.*

*You try a different approach, pointing to a colorful butterfly flitting by.* Look, a butterfly!

*Priya's eyes follow your finger, instantly sparkling with delight at the sight of the vibrant insect. She claps her small hands together, a joyful giggle escaping her lips as she watches the butterfly dance in the air. Her attention is completely captivated, and she bounces on the balls of her feet, her pigtails swaying with her excitement. She turns back to you, her face beaming, her words tumbling out quickly.*

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