Scene 1:

       A cold monsoon evening………………..the boy was sitting on the yard of the small house in this lonely and desolate village, playing with tiny stones in his hands, while the relentless rain poured incessantly outside. The boy wasn’t paying attention to his silly game, his mind was elsewhere; filled with imagination at the prospect of visiting a city-a real one…….his poor friends couldn’t even imagine getting outside the village boundary, especially in these troubled times. He has heard his parents talk about some war far away- he himself had once seen two huge greenish flying objects over the skies of the village. His dad had told him those were weapons of the enemy, the evil ones……………but those are unimportant right now, the only important event is his trip to the city……………………………

The boy’s mom calls him from inside the house……….the boy runs inside…………. throwing the stones out in the rain…………

Scene 2:

    The boy couldn’t believe his eyes……he is in the city square with big buildings, stores all around him. His dad was looking for the dispensary to buy medicine for the boy’s grandma, but it didn’t matter to the boy. The city was huge…..even beyond his wildest imaginations………and there’s a lot of food……….. Yes; food. The whole village was running short on food and other necessities…….the boy’s dad called it rationing, something he blamed on the same stupid fight elsewhere in a far country. The dad bought some stuff from the shops and then headed towards an inn for spending the night. To the boy, everything seemed like a dream. All he had heard about cities were indeed true….he had only one doubt. He had heard that cities are crowded with silly people chatting in the streets………but today there was no sign of them. Maybe it’s a holiday….the boy wondered. They entered the inn and booked a room for the night…………

Scene 3:

    The boy woke up suddenly at night from sleep, it was dark everywhere, there was a lot of shouting, he saw his dad and the innkeeper covering the windows with black curtains, his dad then switched off the lights and sat on the bed near him…….he looked tensed. The boy asked him in a hushed voice, “Dad, what’s happening?” The dad answered in a hushed voice’ “it’s those green bird like enemies coming, son. They’re called fighter jets and if they see lights, they are going to blow the whole place up.” Suddenly there was a huge noise outside………the sound was terrifying………it was coming from the sky above………the boy’s dad was praying feverishly. The whole night passed this way, with the monstrous noise roaring outside. The noise stopped with the morning sun. The boy prepared for his return to the village………he was still excited of the night’s experience and couldn’t wait to see the look on his friends’ face at the story. Throughout their whole ride back to the village…………….the boy had a proud smirk on his face……………

     That 7 year old boy in WW2 is none other than my grandfather, who is now 72 years old……….but still young in heart……………:D