“Papa, we’re not buying crackers this Diwali!” Stwabbit declared.
“Fine”, I said, and continued with my work.
“Do you know that crackers are made by little children in factories run by bad men?” she continued.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes. They are hardly paid anything, and if they get tired and stop working, the bad men hit them and make them work harder!” Stwabbit exclaimed.
“That’s bad!” I replied.
“Yes! It’s called Child of labour!”
