Another day.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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2008,26/11: The event which shocked India and united us more than ever.

Operation Black Tornado was successful as the commandos worked swiftly trying all their efforts not to hurt the civilians where as the terrorists kept popping bullets who ever came in their way.

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Mohit couldn't help but see his parents getting killed near his own eyes.
They just dropped dead.

After Operation Black Tornado, there wasn't any threat to Taj. Mohit saw his parents bodies being carried away, all bloodstained.

He marked this day as the worst day of his life. His whole life was changed from the moment his parents drifted to heaven.

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Present: April 2th,Wednesday, 9 am,2011


Mohit was in a garage,beneath a car trying to fix it. This garage was a place filled with memories. His father used to work here all day where as Mohit used to sit on a truck tire with his homework.

They were his only family. He had to leave his education as he had to feed himself and the money which he got by working in the garage was his only option.

''Chotu?'' He called out.

''What do you want,bhaiyya?'' said Ahmed, a 12 year old boy.

''Bring me a cup of hot tea from Ramesh Chacha.''

''Oh boy, there's a big rush over there.'' said Ahmed complaining as he went to Ramesh Chacha's shop.

Mohit slid back from the car and got up, stretching his back.

''Yaar, What day is it?'' he asked lazily to his companion, Prem who was busy reading the newspaper.

'' Wednesday.''

''I have to pay a visit to the bank, today.'' he said winking at Prem.

''Loan, huh?'' Prem chuckled.

''Yep,the bank's been renovated by the way.'' said Mohit but Prem didn't reply.

As Mohit went to the back of the garage and changed his clothes, he went out to start his old scooter when Ahmed arrived with a hot cup of tea.

''Here's your tea,bhaiyya!'' he said.

''Not now, chotu.'' said Mohit starting his scooter.

Ahmed felt like an ass as he held the tea cup in his hand watching Mohit accelerate away to the bank.

Little did Mohit know that his worst day was yet to come.

To be continued...
- Rahul Kulkarni