Best Of The Best Friends
This is my second story. This story is not about me, it is about my two young friends who live next door. It was chhatt puja. My mom told me to dry some wheat for the puja on terrace. I took it and went to the terrace via stairs, since lifts were not working. On terrace, I saw that gate was closed from inside. I knocked, but got no response. I had lived in that building for 20 years, from my childhood and after playing so much Hide and seek there. I knew a secret way to the terrace; it was...