“I tried the same spot on the pier the other day – ”
“And you had two water Lilliputs that day”
“Even the baits I stole from him didn’t work.”
“Have you seen his fishing rod? How does he catch those piles of fishes every day?”
“Either he has a witch girl friend or he is a pied piper”
As the morning sun shone over the pile of wood on the river bank, the fluorescent blue of the fishing rod slowly faded. Looking at his fishing rod among the pile of sticks, Pintu smiled and walked back with his pile of catch once again.
Writing after a long break triggered by the holidays and extended by mood swings. Finally wify coaxed me to come back ! Good to be here again !