Wrong Number
A tinge of orange had spread across the sky and the sun cast long shadows. Everyday, the highest temperatures recorded in the city would reach new heights as if in an attempt to break yesterday's record. It was at this time of the day, the dusk, when all those mischievous little kids in the neighbourhood would escape their parents' captivation and run onto the vast open grounds, their playful screams and laughters filling the air of Mumbai. They would always plan their vacations beforehand and reserve majority time for play. Bhargav was no exception to this. Having helped mom in her daily chores today, he had won a ten rupee note as a prize amount from her. Besides being tall, smart, cute and a big boy - as he proudly called himself - Bhargav was a kindhearted 12-year-old kid. He never refused to help people in his leisure time, but he never compromised on his playtime either. Today, he was a bit upset for none of his friends had shown up on the ground and he found nothing int...