"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































"Hey buddy, do you remember that football match we played on the terrace once? How irritated grandpa was that he couldn't get the ball. Man we had such a ball that day, isn't it?" Vikram looked at his son, expecting to see a chuckle; there was none. The kid seemed to be warming up though, so he went on, "and then last Diwali when we burst bombs at 5 A.M. to wake everyone up? Remember you insisted on the atom bomb and, man, how resounding it was?" Still not even a smile, leave aside the chuckle. He knew it was a difficult exercise to get his son back to how he was. He had tried for days with no result, but he didn't want to give up.