Home : A Short Story

He woke up as usual. A boy hardly aged eleven. He offered his morning prayers and went off to face another challenging day.

He dreams. Every body does. Irrespective of how big or small, he believes.

He has a basket of toys. Children aged eleven would definitely like to play toys, wouldn't they !

Standing near a traffic signal, he saw a car. He ran towards it as a man waved his hand to call him.

"How much for all these toys? "

"10 Rupees per piece"

As the man was finding his wallet, the boy impatiently looked at the red signal.

"Do you study? "

"I don't have enough money to purchase books"

"Where do you live"

"Anywhere down the street, entire city is mine"

"I mean where is your home? "

"I dream of it"

"Sure you do, please have a seat !"

And the signal turned Green.