There was a girl name Sidra who was called Siddu for shord she was 8 year old and very curious about things .her favourite pastime was standing in the front doorway of house, watching what was happening in the street outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all she had to do.
But for siddu, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games other children played. Watching the street gave her many new unusual experiences.The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. The sight of the bus,