I am painting my love to you against the backdrop of my very very early days. I remember one nice day younger to my Dad brought a revolver from market. I could only touch it as it was too heavy. Dad was very happy at his prized possession. Village environs were considered to be uncertain during those days. Probably this was the reason for Dad decision. There was an L shape trench recently made for the night shelter when sudden sound of an air craft made us to rush into it for shelter as the bombing of the environs was considered an eventful happenings of those days. I remember Dad only tried once in that direction. Next night the air craft appeared in the sky but mom insisted to see it out of her inquisitive nerves. It was a full moon night . Dad probably hesitantly kept silent as it was feared that ones noise or movements could be the source of trigger. It was too late when actual bombing took place and mom felt the shock I could see I was standing with one hand fixed at her clothes. Next morning mom was taken seriously ill.
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