” Is this Mr Murti speaking ?”
“Yes. May I know who is this ?”
” Sir, I’m Major Guarav from Madras Regiment, Indian Army.”
Mr Murti’s heartbeats increased. His worst fear came true in another 10 seconds. He had lost his son. And a country had lost another brave soldier.
Continue reading “A life for country”
It was raining heavily. Sara was sitting under the tree in her garden. On her lap was the head of Rob. Rob’s eyes were close. He was not breathing. His face was tranquil and his body cold. A small drop of tear came sliding down Sara’s cheek. Rob was no more.
Continue reading “Under the tree”
26th December 2004
Rohit was watching the television. And what he saw was really scary. The news report was about a massive tsunami caused in the aftermath of an earthquake in Sumatra. Then suddenly a face come to his mind. A face having striking blue eyes and a soft smile. The face of an old friend. Continue reading “Not so close. Not so far”
Shruti is a ragpicker. She is 10. She is not alone in this thing. There are another 200 children like her in Mohan Nagar who do this. Shruti has two siblings also, aged 5 and 3. Continue reading “A New Beginning”
Alok was on his bed, deep in thought, feeling insecure and frightened and lucky too. The night was silent. The weather was hot. Alok was thinking about his father and those 5 minutes with him which he had spent earlier that day. Continue reading “5 minutes”