He used to live in plot beside my house.Every evening he used to come out to play.I don't
know much about him,but only one thing that his mother smokes.My mom used to enjoy watching
him play.She called him Gopal(childhood name of Lord Krishna).Dirt round his face but spark
in eyes.Once i felt like offering a hug , as it was too cold and I was shivering because in-spite of my two jackets and a woolen scarf.The most amazing thing about him was his
appearance,Height three feet 2 inch,wearing brown half pant,which wasn't changed from
months.(At least since when I was observing him)
(now the story about him is actually the thought in readers mind that will arise after going
through the following lines.)
News flashed that my city welcomed the coldest new year of decade.So I decided to feel the
Himalayan chilly winds as a challenge took tea in my hands and marched towards roof of my
house.Then I looked down.Every thing was same as last winter except that it was evening time
and there was no Gopal enjoying on the streets.I tried to look for him but couldn't find
him.Again I wished to hug him once..... AND STORIES IN MY MIND FOLLOWED...
2 comments:
nice goin tandon
nice
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