"ghr ghrr ghrrr......." Was the engine making sound. All were watching the Exacavator , with their eyes spellbound. Digging up the soil at the construction site ; Stood there was a building nearby , Progressing it's structure day by day. There worked this little young boy.
Watching his father lay all the bricks; Wondering how small block of soil, Magically turned into wall. With all that curiosity , and all of innocence, Expressed his wish to his father, to learn the same magic that he did.
His delicate hands , stained with cement and sand, picked up the block and laid it over, Applying it over ,the concrete cover.
But with sudden of a "thuddd!!" The tool tossed down from the hand. Curse to that little fly , who hovered around operator's nose. Waving it off went terribly wrong, The fang of Exacavator hit the pillar, which made very base of building collapse, And tilted the whole structure ; As if mimicking the leaning Tower of Pisa,
Floor beneath the boy's feet skipped , Tossing him out of the window. Air felt hard against the face, And suddenly he realised, he was Airborne.
All the people around , watching it in utter horror; But none dared come forth. And again , there was a "thudd" But this time , a little one . As it was just a cracking , The cracking of little skull.
White went the eyes , And black went the skies. The blood gushed out ; From all over the head. Like ink spills from the inkpot; The ground drenched in red ink.
The father was shattered ; Let out a loud cry of horror , As he saw his lifeless son limped on the ground.
And yet there was something that nobody saw. It was that innocent smile , On the lifeless face Flattered with utter joy . As he had learnt the magic , And meticulously just placed his first brick! - Kunal Thorat