"Wow mom!, those are so beautiful". 8 years old Shubham, will always tell his mother while looking at the ripples formed on the lake. He was always fascinated as to how these ripples are formed.
He would sit for hours and hours looking at the lake.
"Come on Shubham, let us play", asked Arko, his best friend. "I am not in a mood now", said Shubham as he continued staring at the lake. Today, there was a difference.
Shubham could no more see the ripples on the lake. This was what made him upset.
He sat beside the lake till night but in vain. At last he went back to his home. The next morning he came again to the lake hoping something positive.
As soon as he sat beside the lake, he saw a shadow like figure behind the mango tree.
"Who is that?", asked Shubham as he began walking towards the shadow. As soon as he reached the mango tree, the shadow disappeared.
He got confused and started walking back towards his house, when suddenly he heard some sound in the lake. As he looked at the lake, he saw ripples forming.
Neverthless, he was unhappy and frightened...