The Scar of Tarun Chapter 1: Starting at the Old Home
The Scar of Tarun
Chapter 1: Starting at the old home
It was Sunday, a boy sitting on an old chair was getting bored. He was waiting for his best friend, Ajay. The sun was shinning on the summer sky so going out was strictly forbidden.
Summer holidays had begun in the nearby city of Gongra, so the boys had to come to the village to visit their relatives. Most of them were shy and did not show their faces about.
The village boys had made a gang which consisted of every boy of the village. Its members did not show themselves up as they were told by their mothers to keep their brothers and sisters that had come to from the city entertained.
Peace and quiet reigned in the house when there was a sudden knock on the door. Tarun opened the door with excitement but was disappointed to see a strangers face.
"Is your father in" asked the stranger
"Yes sir, he is sitting in his study, I'll go and call him" replied Tarun
When he reached the study he heard a voice through the window, He knew in a flash that Ajay was calling him. Tarun had a an two storied house with 8 rooms in it. An old study with a table and chair, a bedroom with three beds in it and the the house itself was painted in shades of green and blue and partially in yellow.
Tarun quickly opened the window and holding a newly buyed curtaiin hanging to a rod above swung to the other side, landing on a garden pot. He was quickly on his feet up and ran to the gate avoiding being veiwed by his mother who was repairing a shirt. The room in which his mother had been sitting had a window facing the garden gate. It creaked aloud even on a light breeze. There was a crack in the wall from which dogs often got in the garden. No one had repaired it since it was broken by a mad buffalo.
He aimed for the crack and jumped. His one footwear was caught in the wall and he fell down on his elbows on the hard concrete. His elbows were bleeding but he was least bothered about it. He ran to the pole were Ajay was waiting for him.
Chapter 1: Starting at the old home
It was Sunday, a boy sitting on an old chair was getting bored. He was waiting for his best friend, Ajay. The sun was shinning on the summer sky so going out was strictly forbidden.
Summer holidays had begun in the nearby city of Gongra, so the boys had to come to the village to visit their relatives. Most of them were shy and did not show their faces about.
The village boys had made a gang which consisted of every boy of the village. Its members did not show themselves up as they were told by their mothers to keep their brothers and sisters that had come to from the city entertained.
Peace and quiet reigned in the house when there was a sudden knock on the door. Tarun opened the door with excitement but was disappointed to see a strangers face.
"Is your father in" asked the stranger
"Yes sir, he is sitting in his study, I'll go and call him" replied Tarun
When he reached the study he heard a voice through the window, He knew in a flash that Ajay was calling him. Tarun had a an two storied house with 8 rooms in it. An old study with a table and chair, a bedroom with three beds in it and the the house itself was painted in shades of green and blue and partially in yellow.
Tarun quickly opened the window and holding a newly buyed curtaiin hanging to a rod above swung to the other side, landing on a garden pot. He was quickly on his feet up and ran to the gate avoiding being veiwed by his mother who was repairing a shirt. The room in which his mother had been sitting had a window facing the garden gate. It creaked aloud even on a light breeze. There was a crack in the wall from which dogs often got in the garden. No one had repaired it since it was broken by a mad buffalo.
He aimed for the crack and jumped. His one footwear was caught in the wall and he fell down on his elbows on the hard concrete. His elbows were bleeding but he was least bothered about it. He ran to the pole were Ajay was waiting for him.
