Surekha shivered as the damp breeze hit her from all sides. She was
sitting on her porch, watching the rain falling steadily, each drop making a
merry little noise of ‘tip-tup’ ‘tip-tup’, as it fell to the ground. As
she watched the puddles forming on the wet ground, she remembered how her elder
sister Supriya, her younger brother Suprabhat and she herself would spend hours
trying to sail paper boats in such puddles, long, long ago. Yes it was a
very long time since those care-free days of innocent childhood. Of
pranks and laughter, fun and gaiety.
The copyright of this story is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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