A story again.....

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He was lying on the road. His mother too was there by his side. She was dead, perhaps of hunger. I saw them when I was on my morning walk. Just couldn't imagine what the matter was. So, I went near them with a sympathy in my heart for that one-year old. He too was faint. But when I reached to him, he suddenly arose and stared at me. I can't say in words what the expression was, but I became scared and in a moment, I was running towards my home. I told everything to my friends. But they laughed at me and said what a chicken-hearted person I was! I didn't protest as it was useless. His haunted face though became a subject of my nightmares. One day I was going somewhere when suddenly I saw him. He too recognized me and stared at me. Once again, I was petrified. Why did he always stare at me like that? Did he want to show me how coward I was? He was insulting me! I went to him furiously, lifted him up and threw him as far as I could. Now I was satisfied; the boy could never scare me now.