'The Crescent Moon- THE WICKED POSTMAN'

It was raining all the day long and it was an early evening with the great claps of thunder and lightening towards the earth together in a bundle. Meanwhile, the bedroom of an abode with a Mother and her child. She was burying her face in her hands, wept inconsolably. It had been quite a long time (6 months) but there was no news of her husband. Later her child came close and sat next to her probing 'Why do you sob mother?'

For a moment, she looked at the kid and gave him the smile with the dropping tears on the floor. Son, Mother do you cry because the 'Wicked Postman' doesn't bring you Father's letters? He is bringing letters in his bag for almost everybody but keeps Father's letter himself. ‘I will write you letters myself mother'. And I shall not give them to the wicked postman; I shall bring them to you myself. And I shall read them for you.

When I grow big, I will never let you down and write letter far sitting like father. Instead, I will work on this town and write you letters and give it to you myself. Mother, couldn't gleam or twinkle and dropped tears without her knowledge starring at the kid.

The source of inspiration is Rabindranath Tagore's 'The Crescent Moon- THE WICKED POSTMAN'. Now don't accuse me of plagiarism, its only a blog (of ma way)!

Mr.H