Iota of joy...

Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.
Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky.
As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.
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This week's words:

clutch, delight, happy

The morning mist slowly began to dissolve as sun rays pierced each piece of the green land. Bani noticed dew drops on the triangular shaped leaves and smiled. They appeared like a string of pearls over but unattached. She ran her finger along the dew drops, to check what type of a transparent string held them together. With the slightest pressure applied, the dew drops touched the ground all at once and Bani clapped her hands in delight. She began to disturb the other dew drops and seemed very happy at this newly invented game. A slight tap on her head brought her back to the real world 'Bani, what are you doing here? We have to walk a long way' said her sister and clutched Bani by her arm. Disappointed Bani bade goodbye to the triangular shaped leaves and a few untouched dew drops and walked along her sister....

They walked along the mud roads hand in hand, sometimes fighting with each other, at times singing along with the birds and at times silently since they had no energy left. Bani continuously shifted her heavy bag which had more patches on it than a quilt. On their way to school, her sister sometimes quizzed Bani. 'So 2+2 is....' her sister quizzed Bani in a musical voice. '4' Bani replied confidently. The next question popped immediately '3+3 is.....?' in a slower tune. She knew Bani would not get this one and smiled to herself.'6' shouted Bani triumphantly and ran faster, trying to escape the clutches of the mundane world. 

Bani had counted 6 dew drops becoming one big drop before it fell on the ground...