A flight of wooden stairs was decorated by red furry carpet at the outside of Morz-O-Rin. A decorated fascinating wooden door was like threshold of heaven. There was brown beautiful carving available on the black wooden door. A man in a well dressed uniform opened the heavy door and to help the old man to step into the restaurant. One hand of this old man remained tightly hold on by Mr. Apurba Kedia and other hand by the door keeper of Morz-O-Rin .The old man’s twinkle eyes were framed by thick white eyebrows, stubble chin was covered with white whiskers. Aging lines were prominent on his forehead. Due to age, baby like steps of that man was supported by the walking cane, firmly held by his gnarling hands.
Mr. Apurba, took that old & weak man in the dining table, while he was having food, dropped food particles on his entire dress. Mr. Apurba was calm but this scenario took the bloom off other diners who were observing them.
When he finished food, Mr. Apurba who was calmly and quietly
“CONGRATULATIONS…. Riya” Riya was enjoying the attention and appreciation she was receiving. Her hard work bore fruits. She stood first in her annual exams for class 9.The urge to share this news with someone special engulfed her. Her enchanting green eyes were glued to the school main gate. Dehradun is famous for its scenic grandeur and its beautiful surroundings. The nature’s beauty around her did not fill the emptiness of missing that someone special. Riya stood there with her sullen face. She was in her school dress and her skirt was smeared with grease. Above her head a red board was hanging where it had been boldly written - Dehradun Convent School For Girls’. Riya’s family was her brother Chetan .He was not only a brother to her, he was Riya’s parent. Riya was parentless since her birth and all the responsibilities of Riya were performed by Chetan. Chetan took care of his responsibilities beautifully .
On his way to the school Chetan kept thinking of how his sister would look
