Like a usual evening, I was sitting on a bench in the park in front of my home reading a book. The slow breeze seemed like tickling me and singing some mellow song which I was feeling inside. Suddenly a little boy, just about 7-8 years old, came close to me.
"I wish I could read", he said and walked away.
Before I could realize what he had just said, he was out of sight. He left me thinking that blessed are those who get a chance to be educated.
I lost the page of the book I was on. Breeze, for me, stopped right there. And so did the mellow song. And so did it's tickling touch.
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