https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/gunjan__priya3762/storieshourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/gunjan__priya3762/548467The day passed slower than other November days. I am not in my usual spirit. Getting up early in the morning was not freshening. This tiresome induction round for an MNC job has already blotted out all my enthusiasm. I pull myself out of bed and gathered all my hopeless hopes. There are lots of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/gunjan__priya3762/548446The story I am telling is about an eight year old Sikh boy. His name was Jagnoor. He was tall and thin, his rosy face had a glaze, over shining the rays of Sun and his golden eyes penetrated deep to the bottom of heart of anybody when he raised his face. The mount of hair over his head was daily...