Nathoo is on the way back home. He had been kidnapped by Sharmila the tiger and has to meet his parents again after twelve years. He's sixteen years old and appears to be crooked toothed. He has no clues about the parents though. He clearly has to write in his native Punjabi tongue.
It was certain that he was very different from anyone in the village. Surely he had been abandoned by the whole village because of its ableism. He's never expected to come back home again.
'I haven't said anything since I was four.', he sighed. He has to sit down beside a tree and rest a bit.