It was a pleasant summer evening. Colourful kites decorated the light blue sky, all the children were on the rooftops admiring the dance of the kites to the tune of the wind. A ten-year-old boy named Rajat was also admiring the kites, the day was waning, and a deep shade of blue had started hovering in the sky.
In a small town in India, during the summer season, people prefer to sleep on the rooftops. Rajat's excitement of beholding colourful kites was still young in his eyes. He was dreaming. Once he would have grown tall he would also fly kites: green, blue, red, yellow.
Rajat did not know that this night was going to be darker than any moonless night. In the latter part of the night a catastrophe was waiting for him. He was in deep sleep and so were his mother and sister. His mother was woken up by a scary sound. She checked with her half closed, half open eyes. Rajat was not there. She looked around, but Rajat was not on the rooftop. She bent to look down. The sight of Rajat lying unconscious, bleeding heavily, made her scream.
Rajat
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