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“Papa, mama....I got that job.” Ravi shouted loudly. His mother thanked God and father hugged him tightly. “You don’t have to worry now, soon we will move to a new house far from this village, I will buy you a gold chain mama and I will admit papa in a private hospital.” He continued breathless.
His father was an asthma patient. Due to lack of money he couldn’t get treatment done. They went to sleep that night and it was raining outside.
“But wishes only are granted in fairy tale.”
Here’s my first attempt for 100 words on Saturday from write tribe.
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