“Go!” Rakesh uncle smiled at Tinu, “Sit down on auntie’s lap, you wont be able to stand, station is far away.” He held her hand and handed it over to the woman sitting, she lifted her up to her lap.
She fell asleep in a few minutes.
A gentle nudge woke her up, it was the auntie.
“Where is your father kid?” she was asking, she looked scared.
“He is not my father, he is my uncle…” she said.
“Well where is he child?” Tinu looked around, the bus was empty, there was no one but the auntie, the bus conductor and driver.
“Hand her over to the police madam. You cant do anything else!” the conductor and driver both walked away leaving her with the woman.
Tears started to roll down her cheek.