Indian Thinker : Mr Endangered Thoughts

As usual Aadi was so keen in his maths class. He loved the subject and he loved his teacher. A lean brown 13 year old boy. Circles, it was about circles his teacher was teaching. The class was quiet, not that quiet one could hear whispers and tiny giggles if you listen carefully, obviously it is an early teen class. Aadi was carefully drawing circles with his compass, he heard a voice and he knew it was the peon of his school he never even looked up, he was so immersed in what he was doing. "It seems you will have a new classmate" announced his teacher to the class. There was a sudden buzz of excitement in the class. Aadi looked up, and saw someone move through the window which open towards the verandah. He saw her, a beautiful lean tall girl in her blue and white frock. Time froze for Aadi, nothing moved, total silence. All he can see was her beautiful face with fringe of hair on to her forehead. She came in and sat behind his bench. "Your good name?" asked the...

The seats in the lounge of Vijayawada Railway Station were cold. Its been raining heavily for days . A well built station, now serving as the capital city station to Andhra Pradesh. He usually finds interest in these sort of architectural wonders but not today. His mind was pre occupied with some other thoughts. He checked his watch, still has enough time till his next train arrives. He decided to take a stroll.  The gigantic railway station had 18 platforms all well maintained, he was on platform 6. He was walking close to the IRCTC canteen. The pleasing aroma of Masala Dosa marched into his nose. Cold weather and hot masala dosa he thought. There was no hesitation, went straight in and ordered his hearts desire.  The splendid masala dosa arrived in a white plastic plate. He dipped it in the hot yellow sambar and straight to his mouth. A train swished past his platform he looked on to it casually. Through the gaps of the running train he saw a familiar figure in the next pl...