A Short Story - Part Eighteen

Raghu had been a frequent visitor to the center.. he had played with these kids before.. but never before had he felt so happy and so delighted.. he was really very pleased with what had happened to him today.. 


It was in the midst of all this play with the kids, that it suddenly occured to him.. the letter.. he then took a glance at the watch on his hand.. it read 11 35.. immediately he could recollect the content of the letter he had folded and kept in his pocket..

Bus Stop @ 11 30

Yours,

Akhy.

From the ground he could see the bus stop on the other side of the road.. it looked deserted but for a hawker beside it.. he rushed to the stop, with the excitement of meeting her, Akhy, who had made this day the most memorable birthday of his..


Upon reaching the stop, he gazed on either side of the footpath but found none.. Disappointed, he was about leave the bus stop, back to the center..
It was then that a warm hand from behind held his..