The sun was descending on the horizon. Just as the heat of the burning sun cooled down, and the sunlight acquired a golden hue, Kaati called Bhindi and Deepo, “Come on, let’s go home now.” Bhindi, one farm-bed away, and Deepo, at a distance of two farm-beds, were bent down, collecting remains of wheat heads. Hearing Kaati’s voice, both stuck their necks out like peacocks and straightened their backs. They separated the wheat heads from the stems and put the heads in their slingbacks.