A Story by Yashvi Gada
(Yashvi Gada is a student of Std. VIII. She serves in the Ministry of External Affairs in the School Parliament at Shishuvan.)
Mimi Chan’s excitement just couldn’t be controlled. Her father was finally returning, after 6 long months of work outside the country.
The house was buzzing with chaos. There were many preparations to be done, and her father would arrive in the next hour. She clacked around, wearing her new shoes, waiting for her father.
She waited, half an hour passed, and there was no sign of him.
And all of a sudden everything was very bright, so bright, that Mimi was almost blinded. Almost immediately after the light, came a force so powerful that her entire house was blown apart, and her heart stopped beating.
She was dead. Her mother was nowhere in sight, and her younger brother seemed to be crushed under a wall, but it could have been a doll.
Just after this, a train stopped at Hiroshima, from where a man stepped down, just one man- well built, wearing his best suit a black and shiny one, with an eager look on his face.
He walked out of the station, humming one of his favorite childhood songs, when all of his dreams fell crashing down.
His entire city had fallen, all of it, just gone…
Then he sat on what was left of the bench outside, thinking that if he had gotten here earlier, at least they could have died together.