My friends called me to play cricket in afternoon but my mother rejected, in turn I rejected. They called me “Mama’s Boy” and laughed.
All the children slowly started to follow her. In the background a sweet, slow music was running which sometimes fades and a beautiful voice
That has been the question that fills my head lately. I wish I could just forget the fact that I know something that my best friend might not know
“Raj, your friends are calling you at the ground?” My mother called me from kitchen. She must have seen society boys at the ground.
Finally I was out in this new world and my mother took the breath of relief. I felt so bad when I realized that I was the reason of her pain.
I am Rajesh, an 8 year old boy who is so unlucky that his parents died within a year he came into this world. I lived in an orphanage before my new parents took me to their home.
“Daddy, you are ill, please doesn’t don’t come today. I’ll manage alone.” I knew that he will not accept my offer but being a son, I cared.
If you will help others, god will help you and always believe in god.” My father said. He was a rich jamidar (Who owns land and give that land to poor farmers
Nobody told me what happened but somehow I knew that something was wrong. I saw my mother’s face; her expressions were enough for me to sense the trouble.
Love Short Story: “Can’t I just be left alone on at least weekends?” I cried aloud in my empty room while lying on the couch with TV remote.