I am a student. Life has not much of excitement for me. I rise with the lark. I study my books, then get ready and go to school. This is my usual routine. There is hardly a day when I have time to go out and spend some of my time with my friends.
Even in this monotonous life, I had some sort of excitement. And it all happened like this. It was a holiday at school. Some of my friends were on a visit. I was trying my best to make them feel as comfortable as was possible. Just then I heard a piercing cry from my neighbour’s house. It was the cry of a woman. I recognized that it was the cry of my neighbor’s young daughter.