Red Booth || FICKLE EMOTIONS
Year - 1977 It was a cold winter night in Osmanabad and in a relatively laid back by-lane of the town stood a vintage but beautiful Red Telephone booth. The Red booth had withstood the changing times and had time and again been repaired and painted by its owner, Mr. Sawant. "Rajveer's fever has subdued now and he is much better. In fact I fed him twice today and he is peacefully sleeping now"said Neelam. "Great. You take of him and yourself too. Miss you both a lot. Bye" came the reply from her husband Samar."Miss you too Samar. Will call you tomorrow. Bye" she said in a sad tone. Samar was an Army officer and was posted in the Kashmir region. "Samar Kumar, you are required to join your regiment in the next 48 hours. All leaves have been cancelled and it's an emergency" was the phone call which made Samar leave his 9 month pregnant wife. Rajveer was born the very next day. "Are you ok Samar? We heard on the radio tod...