If I remember correctly, it was during my school days that I first read an R. K. Narayan story titled The Missing Mail.
It was a late winter evening. It was already getting dark as the fog had started surrounding the lake. Dimple was weeping at the lakeside.
The thirteen-year-old Varun was in deep sleep when a sharp voice woke him up. āVarun! wake upā¦.I said wake upā¦nowā, his mother was shouting from the kitchen. Varun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the school bag kept on the shelf. His laziness faded as he impulsively sprung out of the bed and sat …
A cloth merchant was returning to his town. On his way, he passed a small village. It was already late evening and he was tired of traveling so he decided to rest before moving ahead. He looked for a place to stay as he didnāt want to spend any money on renting a room. He …
Rohan was getting dressed for school. His mother, Saroj was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Rohan was constantly looking at the watch. He was waiting for his father who was out for his morning walk. Saroj served him Poha and milk as he sat at the dining table. She packed his tiffin as he ate …