M I C R O T A L E S 3 |

T A L E - 7

Maa, I hate papa. He's such a liar!", cried the 5 year old Ishita.

"What's the matter, Ishu?", her mother asked, taking her onto her lap.

"Maa, papa promised me that this time we'll go outside and can have fun together, but he never came", she bursted out. "Don't they have holidays in the army?"

Holding her daughter's face with trembling hands, she said, "Ishu, papa's busy with his duties. Let him rest in peace", cried his mother, unable to tell her son the news of her husband's death which she heard only a few minutes back.