A boy named Deepa
I met one of my friend from school days by chance and got closer to him and his mom When I was in school, Deepak was one of my class mates. A note able thing about him was that where most of the boys were growing fast he was growing slow. Then his father died and his mom took him to another city. I lost contact with him. A few years later I went to same city for university education. Deepak was in same university and it was a pleasure to meet him again. He was still short and slim and his face lacked manliness. I got admission in class but not in hostel. I was put on a waiting list. I sought his help for a temporary stay. Knowing I can’t afford a hotel, …