Once, there was a boy whose name was Bodh Raj. He was an utterly callous boy, he was vindictive and took pleasure in hurting others. Everyone was afraid of him.
Oh no......
He always had a catapult in his hand and was an excellent shot. His favorite targets were birds. He would stand under a tree, take the aim and hurt the bird. Even his mother called him "RAKSHASA"
Yes, i will hit the Kite
Oh god...there is a big kite
The narrator's father was given a promotion in his job and was moved to a large bungalow and was on the outskirts of the city. It was very far from the city so his friends seldom came to visit him. His mother did not approve his friendship with Bodh Raj, but she realized that he was lonely so he was the only friend the narrator had .
At the same time the narrator was also afraid that Bodh raj would hurt the birds. Bodh raised his catapult at the birds. Before he could open his mouth there was a loud clang as he pebble hit the iron sheet of the roof. Like that, he hit the bird 2 more time but failed. Suddenly...
Bodh Raj lifted his catapult again. Suddently , a large shawdow flitted across the room. Gazing down at us menacingly was a large kite with his wings outstretched. The mynah chicks began fluttering their wings and shrieking loudly.