Clouds from the white witch. Mountains


It was a cloudy morning, Vikram, a young school going boy wakes up to go to school. His school was at a walking distance though his mother preferred that he should be escorted to his school by a School Rickshaw. He couldn’t adjust well with his other schoolmates that made him a misfit. That day, He saw something floating in the sky.It was a cotton ball shape of clouds that was drifting from place to place. He had heard stories from the Rickshaw puller, an old man in his 60's used to tell him stories that he liked and his favorite was the White witch story who prayed for the rain and He was very fond of catching each cotton balls that come on his way to school and each he used to show his mother.


He noticed that day cotton ball sized clouds from his window welcoming him by coming closer to him, and he left in a hurry without saying bye to his Mum and Dad.


His Mum and Dad were taken in surprise and tried stopping him The Rickshaw puller also tried stopping him and kept calling his Name “ Vikram Baba “ Stop! But he didn’t listen to them.


He kept on running ,was soon confronted with some cattle on street but his eyes up in the sky looking for the cotton ball. He hears “ Vikram Baba” He turns around It was his rickshaw puller. The Rickshaw puller asked him “What happened?” “ Why did you leave your home without telling anyone even your mother and father? “ He answered, “ I saw a dream similar to this and I knew it’s about the cotton ball that you always mentioned while I used to catch the cotton balls. Do you remember Chacha!” The Rickshaw puller smiled. Yes! I did. Let’s go home. Your parents must be worried the way you left the home like this. The Rickshaw puller had some cotton seed balls, he gave it to Vikram baba. Vikram took it happily. It’s now more than a decade now Vikram at his 30. walks out of his office and looks up. the sky and notices the clouds. are welcoming him again. He gets goose bumps someone call him “ Vikram Baba “ He asks a strange looking man did you call my name and he answers no and walks away. He looks up the sky and those clouds vanishes.

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Bilakshan Santosh Harsh

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