The school was closed. It was a public holiday. Heading back home, he wondered if he should be happy or sad. It was a moment to celeberate he decided. He will go back running to home, change and play with his cousins in the garden. Hills made a fine background to there innocent squeals of laughter. Papa was having tea in the lawn, with mom and discussing what flower to grow in front row. Rajiv Gandhi was dead.
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and i actually counted the words!!!!!!!!!
like your lil' boy...
well, i got to know the next morning perhaps....i was too young thn ...lil'er :D
how many were there..?!?! :D
yeah.. iwas small too.. am be in 4th class.. and did wonder while coming back whether i should be happy about it.. I was sad. I just adored him. I dunno why.. just coz he was the PM of India..
But not many adults were worried too much about it.. they had seen life far too much to get immune to such shocks..
It was my 10th class holidays.I was 13 and half.We were roaming with friends in the residential campus.it was 9.pm when I actually heard the news.Tears were into my eyes...couldn't hold on..just one year back I have shook hands with him when he came to meerut. I really admired him, all the time we were infront of the telivision. It was really sad that i even cant put my sadness into words.
Woah, man!
Your 55 Words resemble Saki's short stories!
You'll make a good future Saki.
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