A Real Hero
It is not a fictitious story that took place once upon a time. Nor is it a story that anyone has heard from others, or has read anywhere. It is based on a real story.
It was nine o’clock in the morning. I was sitting in the park by the side of the Nagpokhari Pond, searching for an idea out of which I could weave a story. It was at that time that I saw a boy of around ten, stretching his hands in front of the passers-by, asking for a rupee or twenty.

