Somebody whispered in his ears- ‘your situation is grave, very grave.’
Situated between the consciousness and unconsciousness- his body was also echoing the same feeling.
He knew something was wrong-very wrong.
Just some moment’s ago-he was at his seventh heaven-after scoring 310 runs. After all he is a boy of twelve. Just like any normal boy of his age-he was full of life. And just like any other boy of the same age-he had a knack of doing everything in a hurry.
He dashed to the school canteen after the game is over-or more preciously just after the lunch hour has begun. And in a hurry-he overtook the boundary wall separating the ground. It is a wall of merely one and a half feet high.
After all he is exhausted…
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