In
that 50-storey building, he was sitting comfortably in his luxurious cabin and
reading newspaper. Suddenly his eyes got stuck… his hometown has been
encapsulated by nature’s exhaustion. He was flooded up with sinking voices and empty
films…voices full of cloudburst, breakage of lives, drowning souls, that
uncertain rainfall hadn’t left a single mark of continuity… everything had
merged into nothing. When everyone was rescheduling their lives by collecting
possessions, he spent his left-over money on books.
After
20 years….history has been repeating itself. He was here, signing a cheque for
flood victims, No kid should have left Bookless.
- Ankita Chauhan