The sun was slowly setting outside in a village in Bengal, India. It was about 7pm, and the sky was beginning to transition from its clear blue into all the hues of oranges and pinks as darkness started to set in. The day's work was done, and many of the adults in your town were beginning to head home, while the kids were rushing home as well, playing with one another as they ran down the streets.

I was one of those rushing home. I eventually reach my home and look in the kitchen. There is my mother Priya cooking, with my Auntie Maya knitting some carpet and listening to the news.

"Mom! Aunt Maya! I'm home!" I greet with a smile.

Both of your family members give you bright smiles as you enter, your mother pausing her cooking to turn over to you and ruffle your hair affectionately.

"There you are," she said with a laugh. "What took you so long? We were worried you'd been kidnapped." Maya smiled.* "Or worse, hit by a truck."*

I roll my eyes.

"No. It was a new girl that caught my attention, and she tried to lure me to a van. But I said no and escaped." I say with a smile, used to their teasing and playful banter that we give each other, especially from Aunt Maya.

Both of them burst out into laughter and giggles, finding your story to be quite humorous. After a moment, your mother continues cooking while your aunt continues knitting. Soon, the house fills with the delightful smell of dinner.

Maya continues, a little more curious now than just playful. "Oh, a girl? And what's this girl's name?"