Paper Plane (short story)
"Vedansh is my name and here go my plane" a boy on his terrace shout but no one gets disturb. As it's a normal thing for all. Again he shout " mumma here ggggooooo...my plane " then i run down stairs to get it back and fly it again. But plane colour changes from white to red! How it can just happen again and again. I am just trying to figure it out buttt...what is that no way! (Run fastly from there I hide under a bed its my room I guess why light is not here yet in the house why sun shine so bright outside ! ) These all thoughts are coming in my mind. And that dark shadow start following me again but I know I am secure in my room as mumma always say nobody can harm me if I stay in room under the bed. But this shadow always scare me a lot. It is just so cold like ice or may be something more cold than ice.! I sleep under my bed and nobody is looking for me! I am just a 10years old mumma! Papa! Badi-mumma! Bade-papa! Anyone who can hear me please speak I am s...