”Mom, look how beautiful the houses look.” he said with gleaming eyes full of unsaid dreams
“Yeah, son. They are.” she said
“Where are we going mom?” he said
“We are going to buy utensils as it’s Dhanteras.” she said looking at him with a smile
And he was more than happy to know that they were buying something. He was very much like other kids of his age. Pure and innocent. Who knew nothing of the bad world. He waited for every festival just to celebrate them.
Years later, he got to knew the reality. Now, the zeal to celebrate the festivals had died. For him, everyday was same. He waited for the festivals no more.
Growing up, something died in him…