'The ripe one, pick the ripe one', shouted Ahan, a tall, loquacious boy of thirteen. He was addressing Ranbir who was trying his best balancing on the thickest branch of the station's mango tree. Ranbir was a muscular, dark boy, slightly elder than Ahan. He was new in town and Ahan was his first companion. The boys were trying to pick some mangoes before the station master could catch them. The station was a forbidden area. No one actually cared about it. Only the small group of people cared who lived in the small town just opposite to the station. Ahan and Ranbir were from that little town. 'I know what I'm doing. It's just early summer so how do you expect juicy, ripe fruits at this time? Just shut your mouth.', replied Ranbir sourly. Ahan, being annoyed turned to the other side and shouted again. 'Is that Baaz? Hey Baaz! Care for some ripe mangoes?' cried Ahan. When Ranbir heard about the ripe mangoes, he nodded in disbelief. Baaz, an emaciated b...
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DeleteShayari I know we are going thru a very tough time and it’s boring. It is good that you are staying home safe. It is time to pickup a new hobby other than dancing…I think you should start writing short stories. I think your mom and dad can help you with that.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I will surely come up with some short stories. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna wait for your short stories then!!! But hurry or else my curiosity will kill me
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