CollageMaker_20180721_213608360Today the bhondra is visible, some blurry-blurry.

But like him, seeing, seeing, he has stopped. Only then, with the faint of a wind, that silent folly is broken. And heard a drop of tears from the eyes.

And again, everything seems to be clearly visible and heard. But still he is thinking like a silent sitting in the same way, silently. As if I’m waiting for someone…

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal

(One of my short Hindi tales is translated by Vikrant Rajliwal)

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