By Sivan Pillai
Dad had taken the wrong turn, but I didn’t ask him why. I was cross with him.
I felt uncomfortable in the new uniform. It would be my first day in school, and I wished Roy was with me.
“No uniforms in my school,” he had told me.
It was a school patronized by the poor.
“Can’t Roy join my school?” I had asked Dad one day. The response was a belated grunt.
I was jolted out of my reverie. The car had stopped suddenly.
Roy came running toward us. He was all smiles and wearing the same uniform as mine.
Very well written!
Thank you Meghashri.
One of those stories that leave you warm and satisfied with life inside. Liked it!
Thank you Bobby.
Awwww, I absolutely loved this story,
Write more, please.
Thank you so much, Geena.