The Mystic boy

It was a lazy evening at the beach in Mumbai. I was not in any particular mood. Suddenly my eyes transfixed on the little boy, probably from the slums nearby. He was standing there trying to stop the sun from setting. He needed that extra bit of light to continue playing with his friends.

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What was surprising was that the sun actually seemed to follow his command. Perspective or Mysticism – it sure was magical.

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