At dawn, around six, I rise. After a simple breakfast prepared by my mother, I begin my journey to Jorhat at seven. The bus is crowded with people. In one compartment, there’s music playing, perhaps from a group heading to a picnic.
A gentle breeze accompanies our journey, making it feel soothing. There’s a sense of newness in the air. Nearby, a girl sits alone, engrossed in her phone, occasionally glancing around. She looks at me a couple of times too. Judging by her attire, she seems to come from a well-off family. As I ponder these thoughts, a small boy with tattered clothes and a bag enters our compartment, hunger etched on his face. He quickly moves to another compartment.
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Open Sky
Short StoryIn the embrace of a moonlit night, a journey unfolds, weaving moments of joy, sorrow, and connection. From a loving home to a crowded bus, hearts intertwine, sharing tales of love and loss. Amidst laughter and tears, bonds are forged, echoing the re...
