Short Stories – Kumbh Series<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rutbik Gupta Writer attended a Creative Writing Course by Takhte Writers and Publishers<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Kumbh Mela pulsed with life, colours swirling like a painter\u2019s palette. Krish and Shreya squeezed through the throngs of pilgrims, their parents trailing behind, eyes wide with wonder. The air buzzed with chants, the scent of incense thick around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook at all those people!\u201d Shreya shouted, her voice barely rising above the chaos. \u201cI feel like we are in a river of heads!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust stay close,\u201d Krish replied, his grip tightening around her hand. \u201cWe can\u2019t lose each other here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly, a small voice broke through the din. \u201cMama! Papa!\u201d A boy, no older than six, stood alone, tears streaking his dusty cheeks. Krish\u2019s heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShreya, we have to help him,\u201d he said, kneeling to the boy\u2019s level. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTeerth,\u201d he sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. \u201cI can\u2019t find my parents!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry, Teerth. We\u2019ll help you,\u201d Shreya promised, her voice softening. \u201cWhere did you last see them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBy the river\u2026 I was looking at the fish,\u201d Teerth whimpered, glancing around, panic rising. \u201cThey were right there!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, follow us,\u201d Krish said, standing tall, determination setting in. \u201cWe\u2019ll find them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They moved through the crowd, the rhythm of drums and chants echoing around them. Krish scanned each face, searching for a hint of recognition. Shreya whispered encouragement to Teerth, who clung to her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook!\u201d Shreya pointed, spotting a frantic couple searching through the crowd. \u201cTeerth, is that them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Teerth\u2019s eyes lit up. \u201cYes! Mama! Papa!\u201d He bolted towards them, the sound of his small feet hitting against the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Krish and Shreya exchanged relieved glances, hearts racing. The couple raised Teerth into their arms, tears streaming down their faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThank you! Thank you!\u201d the mother cried, her voice breaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThank you so much, children. You\u2019ve been our saviour\u201d, said the father, with teary-eyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo problem,\u201d Krish said, a smile breaking through the tension. \u201cJust doing what\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the family embraced, Krish and Shreya shared a knowing glance. The chaos of Kumbh Mela swirled around them, but at that moment, they felt the triumph of connection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Photo Courtesy – Mr Rajesh Balouria by Pixabay<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Short Stories – Kumbh Series Rutbik GuptaBilaspur, Chattisgarh Writer attended a Creative Writing Course by Takhte Writers and Publishers The Kumbh Mela pulsed with life, colours swirling like a painter\u2019s palette. Krish and Shreya squeezed through the throngs of pilgrims, their parents trailing behind, eyes wide with wonder. 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Bilaspur, Chattisgarh<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n