The Magic Of Fiction

Photo courtesy Tumisu on Pixabay. Sunny lived in a small village in Punjab. His father was a farmer with a small landholding. They used to grow two crops a year and the money they earned was barely sufficient to make their ends meet. From a very young age, he used to help his father on the farm, as there were six persons in the family to sustain. In one of the seasons, they used to grow wheat, and for the remaining part of the year, they used to plant vegetables. After harvesting, they used to store wheat which used to last for a year.  Whenever there was erratic rain, they used to lose their crop and his father had to borrow money at high-interest rates for the next crop.  Due to their abject poverty, he was admitted to a government school where the parents used to send their children, with an incentive of free meals. As the school was three kilometers from his house, daily he used to walk to the school and in the evening same way back to his house. Thereafter he used to help other fa

  Photo courtesy Rene Asmussen on Pexels. “Get out of the police station”. These were the words of policemen who were refusing to lodge a complaint from Yash. They were trying to make it difficult for Yash to register a case by asking irrelevant questions. An exasperated Yash remarked, “Don’t worry, truth always has a way of revealing itself.” Saying this he stormed out of the police station. Yash was a hardworking college-going student in the final year of graduation. Being very good in his studies, he had always been a ranked student till now. There was only one weakness that he possessed and that was his adoration for Bollywood superstar, Sanatkumar. It was his passion to watch each and every film of his idol on the first day of release; if possible the first show itself. Such was his adoration that he had joined the fan club of the superstar. On the day of the movie release, he used to tag along 10–12 of his friends and spend on their tickets too. After the movie was over, th