An Intention :
“What do you think of yourself? You’re just six years old. At the age of wiping your nose, you’re playing with electricity?”
When his mother threw herself on cot with sombre expression, he resettled that wire, near that window which opened into her friend’s home. He knew “It has been raining outside and his friend was not able to read under road-light today.”
“What do you think of yourself? You’re just six years old. At the age of wiping your nose, you’re playing with electricity?”
And a sudden slap imprinted on his
right cheek, he trembled but his eyes were still clinging on that wire, which
was connected with a lighted bulb.
When his mother threw herself on cot with sombre expression, he resettled that wire, near that window which opened into her friend’s home. He knew “It has been raining outside and his friend was not able to read under road-light today.”
Now smile found its way on his teary-lips.
