Luckily, it was close to his home, so the boy walked there alone. It was an old house with huge windows. Guddu peeked into one of them and could see that there were many books scattered everywhere, and they all seemed to be full of dust. “What a messy person.” Said the boy with contempt. “Excuse me?” A voice coming from his right side startled him, “Have a little respect, please.” It was an old woman sitting in an old rocking chair by the door. She was wearing a beautiful, striking yellow robe that contrasted with her wrinkled dark, almost black skin. Guddu wondered how he hadn’t seen her when he arrived. “How can I help you?” The old woman asked him, looking with her tired light blue eyes, over the boy’s head. “I’m looking for Mrs Sharma. I need her to help me sleep.” The woman laughed, and the boy was startled, “Why don’t