Story with Tag: kid

FATE

In one June evening, after so many years, I saw him again, sitting beside the pond with a fishing rod. He now looked old. But all his actions and poses were of that of the same man I saw in yesteryears. (Reads: 37)

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A young man visits his childhood home; a kid intercepts him;both indulge into a conversation about the dreams of life;But one’s experienced & the other inexperienced;arguments follow. (Reads: 506)