It didn’t look very exciting. Browzly decided to explore the city. Cars, buses and people sped off purposely, no one noticed Browzly.
Browzly’s eyes fell on a little girl with brownish hair, dark skin, sitting on the sidewalk, wearing a tattered frock, a mat full of colorful handmade bamboo fans, laid out in front of her. Browzly had to talk to her. Saraswati, would translate for Browzly so he could talk in any language the girl spoke.