Thoughts

                                                       Broken umbrella Monsoon was reason enough for them to come out of their houses and savour the earth freshened up in rain. They...the boys from the slum...had nothing much to do . Boys at their age would supposed to study  with which these boys had permanent enmity. What  would a youngster do if he/she were unwilling to study?Loaf...These boys were perfect for loafing. They got a roof made to secure that loafing and they named it recreational club. From the room of that club through the open windows they would focus watching the people struggling in the rain...often teasing them by making strange noises and giving them weird names. They were not afraid of anyone except that old man with the broken umbrella. The man seemed to be so harmless so fragile yet he was able to evoke so much of ...

with those sleepy eyes i failed to recognize the day that otherwise visited me in green light of freshness where the hope, had i touched,would offer ...scope!