Junior Vocab
The Colorful Procession
On Sunday evening, Anya heard drums outside her window—dum, dum, dum-dum! She ran out and saw a long, colorful procession moving slowly down the lane.
There was an elephant with tinkling bells, men carrying bright umbrellas, and aunties in jasmine garlands. The air smelled of incense and hot pakoras from a roadside stall.
Anya wanted to join the procession, but she hesitated. “What if I walk the wrong way?” she whispered, holding her mother’s hand.
Just then, a little girl in a yellow skirt smiled and waved. “Come! Just walk with us,” she said.
Anya stepped in. Her feet found the drumbeat, left-right, left-right, as the processioncurious windows. wound past glowing diyas and
By the time they reached the temple gate, Anya’s heart was beating happily with the drums.