A DESERTED STREET.

IT was very foggy that evening,i could barely managed to see anything.I walked down the 15 sam street to my house.The cold wind felt like a surgeon's on my face.The street was deserted and calm.My heart beating fast.suddenly as i turned back i saw a person in a black hat and a black coat.I quickly turned down to see his hand.he was carrying a small dagger which shone brightly.This time my heart missed a beat.I tried to see his face but the fog hid it.My blood became very cold and my face turned pale.I repeatedly turned back to see the person.to my utter shock he was getting cloder to me.I started to walk brisk.I was sweating and puffing.The sweat drops fell to the ground furrowing my cold face.I took few shortcuts and reached my house and sighed in relief.After a few minutes someone knocked at my door.I was trembling in fear and slowly opened the door.He had the same hat and the same coat and i closed my eyes screamed louldly and just pushed the door off.After a few seconds,i opened my eyes there he was standing in front of me with a beeming face.He was holding the same hat and same coat.I did not run away,i did not scream,i just hugged him.He was my father.He just gave me the beautiful dagger in a silver foil and wished me a'happy new year'.



A STORY BY B.SAI.SOURABH,
EDITED BY MR.E.A.FRANCIS.

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