It was the beginning of summer holidays. Schools had closed, and there was a little break from the fast life of the city. Maya—a smart and aware 13-year-old girl—came from Delhi to a small village named Basantpur to spend her holidays with her grandmother.Basantpur was full of the scent of soil. In the evening, the sound of bicycle bells and oxen's bells rang together. Children sat by the canal eating flatbread with mango pickle, and in the evening gatherings, the elders told stories. Maya loved this simple life. But something in the village made her feel uneasy deep inside.The way