Down the green valleys beside the beautiful alleys there lies a narrow blue-green slow-moving river,
a little boy sitting quietly on a bumpy rock observing the marvelous nature.
It seemed to me that for a few hours he had detached himself from the daily village life,
while the calm river filled with tiny silver fishes, constantly trying to bite the little boy’s small fingers as he circled the water around them.
It had been an hour after when the red warm Sun would about to set,
he drew a paper boat out from his gunny bag.
Sailing the boat on the river with a message on his mind for his long lost grandmother,
he moved the paper boat along the stream toward its destination.
The Sunset beyond the giant mountain which was overshadowing the silent river protecting it from the beam of sunlight.
I could hear the chirping sound of the bird as if telling everyone it’s time to return home,
the little boy finally made his way towards his hut where his mother might be waiting eagerly for him.
Now frequently I visit that place after that day but Alas!that little boy didn’t turn out anymore!
So if you ever notice that little boy again then don’t forget to tell him that how dearly I miss him nowadays.