Bazaar doll

I bought this in the bazaar in a town near Calcutta in 1981. It's a cheap toy made out of clay, not meant to last, but I've carried her around with me as something precious, a memento of my life in India. I didn't think I'd ever be returning to India. But I've returned twice in the last year - and she's still a special wee doll. She caught my eye as I was wondering what to blip, as if saying, Play with me!