Little Padmani

Her hands and feet were like the lotus, her eyes and her face like the lotus petal. So she was called Padmani.
She clapped her little hands, she toddled about. People, hearing the sweet words of the chubby child, adored her. She and her friends chattered like parrots, and they walked in stately style like swans or strutted like peacocks, the sweet, inquisitive, little folks.
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Srungaramma
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