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Sameer used to wake up at 7.00 am every day, did the usual and got ready by 8.00 am. Then he walked to the bus-stop and took a bus to his office. He looked at people and a song started playing in his mind: Kas kar joota, kas kar belt; Khos ke andar apni shirt Manzil ko chali sawari; Kandhon pe zimmedari He never liked the song when he watched the movie, but never understood its repeated occurrence at the same time of the day. His route to the office had an air-port. Every day when he crossed it, a thought flashed in his mind: to get down at the airport and take a flight to any random destination of his choice. “To hell with the office and to hell with the job”, he fantasized. The bus never stopped there. While walking from the bus stop to the office, he looked at the children of the slum-dwellers: playing naked on the street. His love for the Classic English rose up: “O Freedom! Where art thou?” he thought. He wondered why he felt a bitter taste every day at this moment, espe

School Everyone was happy. There were celebrations all around. Neeti and Priyank were on the seventh heaven. They were proud parents of the moment. Their son was going to attend the first day of school tomorrow. Neeti insisted that they throw a small party to make the event memorable. Few close friends came. Everyone told Raghav how great he is going to feel at his new school. Raghav looked unconvinced. Everyone took turns to instruct Raghav, to which he nodded obediently and nervously. Priyank was looking at all this from a distance. He could clearly make out the anxiety and apprehension that his son was feeling. It was like a déjà vu for him. His son’s drawn face took him some 25 years back. *---*---* New dress, new books and new water-bottle thrilled Priyank and kept him busy for a few hours, but as the day passed and the street lamps turned on, a sinking feeling set in. The fear of unknown started to build up. Before this it had never occurred to him that he would leave his h

She couldn’t take her eyes off Sid. He was playing with his friends, and she was staring her from a distance. He was thinner than most of his friends, had a balding patch, and panted often while trying to exert. All this was a pleasant sight for her. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she couldn’t decide if it was because of the happy times that she had presently or for the most depressing times she faced a year ago. *-*-* “That’s not possible. This can’t happen to him. He is only 7 years old!”, Priya asked the Doctor with the ferocity of a tigress. Those who knew Priya would have been surprised at her outburst. She was meek and docile, never the one to raise her voice. But the threat to her son exposed a completely new side of her personality. She was shocked at the news. In fact shocked is an understatement to describe her feelings. She was flustered and angry – angry with the divinity, angry with the doctor, angry with the colour of the wall – angry with the world at large. Sid