TEASTALL
TEASTALL BY VISHWAS GAUTAM With the rising of sun, chirping of birds ,and the demand of a cup of tea and newspaper,my day starts in the same way. I see the people on the benches in front of me ,most of them have lived three- fourth of their life. Sometimes holding the cup of tea in one hand and the newspaper in other ,they discuss about life or sometimes they taunt about the country or sometimes they just talk about the broken bench on which they are sitting. After sometime,I see the upcoming future,some students with the smiling face and some with tears in their eyes carrying the burden of their bags on the small shoulders. It can clearly read from their faces that they feel like this is the most difficult task of life ,that task about which they will discuss one day on an evening and say " वो भी क्या दिन थे". Along with these children, another phase of life is also crawling. That phase who perhaps forgot to live for himself. Some of them carrying the office bags in one han...