Narrate an experience in about 90-100 words with the help of the following beginning. Suggest a suitable title for it.
It was dull day. I had to reach my friend 's house. Our took my books and started walking towards .........
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I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. His dear tree had been felled. He was inconsolable. For that little boy it was not just a tree. It was like a friend he would rush to everyday after school, a friend who would hide him from those nasty bullies, a friend who always had sweet fruits for him, and a friend who would wrap him in a warm embrace and put him to sleep. “This is murder”, he screamed as I tried to console him. He said he would avenge the murder, he kept saying he would.
I had then laughed at his innocence and dismissed it as a childish whim. But today thirty years later as I sit in the audience and listen to the same little boy, now all grown up speak about conservation of environment I know he still remembers his tree, his friend. As the audience broke into a thunderous applause after his speech, I felt he had now avenged his dear friend.
I was walking on the shore when I suddenly heard someone sobbing. The sobs were loud enough to pull me out of my train of thought. In retrospect, I am glad they did, for I know now, that they were headed in an entirely wrong direction.
I stopped. Wiping off the tears in my eyes which were about to fall down through my cheeks to my chin, I made sure my vision is not blurred anymore. I looked around trying to figure out the source of the sound which dragged me out from my imaginary domain, a result of my over thinking, back to this pragmatic sphere. I started walking in the direction of the sobs which led me to a bush.
A tiny boy was lying on the ground behind that bush. About 5-6 years old. His red trousers were partially draped with sand while his upper body lied exposed to the chilly winds on the beach. He was curled up like a baby embryo in a woman's womb. He saw me staring at him like a psycho and stopped sobbing at once. He stood up, put his head down and started making his way out of the bush. He walked past me and continued moving. Something inside me screamed loudly to stop him. I surrendered to that voice inside my head.
"Hey kid! Stop!"
He stopped. Stood there motionless in an attentive position. I turned around and walked upto him. I don't know what I was planning to do but I sat in front of him. He stared at me convinced by now that I am, indeed, a crazy psycho. I gestured him to sit. Strangely, he complied.
"Why were you crying? And what are you doing here all alone?" I asked.
He didn't respond. I decided to grant him some time to open up but couldn't hold for long. So I asked "Okay! First things first. My name is Ravi. What's yours?"
"Kshitij" he replied with the lowest tone possible.
"That's a very nice name. Do you know what it means?"
He pointed at the horizon where the Sun was just a few inches away from immersing itself inside the vastness of the ocean.
"Ohh! You know! You are a smart kid."
And finally, he opened up saying "My appa brought me here once for an ice cream. Two years ago. He told me the meaning of my name when I asked him what lies beyond the point where the sea ends. And then he told me the stories of the big ships which travel until the end point of the ocean in search of the treasure. Only a few determined ones succeed, he told me." He paused for a second and then finished saying "It was the best day of my life."
"Sounds like a cool dad! What about your mother? Does she know you are here?" I tried to extract his family's whereabouts.
"She died the day I was born." he said with a disappointed tint while scratching the dry tears surrounding his innocent eyes.
"I am so..sorry.." That was all I could come up with when a 5 year told me about the greatest loss of his life. To lighten up the tensed scenario a little bit, I tried changing the topic and asked "Do you go to school?"
"I started a few months ago when appa told me that he had saved some money for my education now. Unfortunately, I can't continue now.." he seemed utterly sad this time.
"Why? The money finished? Well, he can earn and save again, no?" I inquired.
"No he can't. A car killed my appa this morning."
I was shocked. I couldn't speak a word to this little boy who knew life probably better than me by now. I guess he sensed my inability to say a word and hence he continued.
"I know my appa would be sad to see me crying like that when he peeps down from heaven. But I didn't want to, the tears just came out. I was hiding in the bushes so that my appa couldn't see me. I feel better now. Thanks for talking to me."
"Do you have someone else in your home? Where do you live?" I was dead worried for this kid now.
"No, I am alone. And I can't go back to my home now. This morning, after my appa died, the neighbours were talking about distributing appa's tea stall and our hut amongst themselves. And a large mustached man came to them and offered five thousand rupees in exchange for me. But appa never told me that I was for sale. He looked evil and I didn't want to go with him. So I ran away." he finished his depressing story and
"Wh..Who? Where did you find him?" she was still in