Sweet nostalgia in a Dreadful Situation – A Feature article 

Sahil wearing a bright red t-shirt was standing along with his scooter, his hands scrolling on his phone. The sun glaring on him with resounding wrath was making him uncomfortable. When sun used to soar above his head, casually there used to be a lot of hustle-bustle in the area by then. But it was so quiet and people’s presence was scanted today.

There were hardly 2-3 people on the street even when the place he was standing was a popular marketplace in the area which used to remain crowded throughout the year. It gets evening and Sahil seems happy now because this is usually a time of hope for him. Sahil gets a notification on his phone.

He smiles and then his smile widens so much as if a river is flowing down the mountain. This was the request he had been waiting for since morning.  He moved his fingers expeditiously over his phone and accepted the request like a frog who had jumped into a pond of cold water he just found on a warm day.