Anshu Ranjan

Chapter 1

School Rickshaw

opening…

The kitchen buzzed with the smell of fried puris and aloo ki sabzi also grumble of a waiting rickshaw engine outside. Aryan sitting at the dining table, poking at his tiffin box with a pencil.

Aryan : Mummy, I don’t want to eat puri sabzi every day in my tiffin. Why can’t I have something new, like noodles or a sandwi

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