[Assam] The story of Lotkon

[Ankur Bora]

  It was a Sunday afternoon. Lotkon’s father was playing cards with his friends. It is his favorite past time.  Along with the game they also like to talk about the affairs of the country, about their state, sometime even on world politics. He is the owner of a sweet shop. While he manages the shop , he often asks little Lotkon to sit in shop when he becomes too busy playing and talking with friend.  
   
  That they he was playing in the field behind the shop while Lotkon was looking after the sale. Suddenly a masked man appeared. And before Lotkon could figure out the mask man began to eat the sweets.
   
  “Hey , what are you doing and who are you” , Lotkon shouted.
   
  “I am a makhi ( The fly). “ , he shrugged. 
   
  Lotkon hurried to his father shouting.
   
  “Deuta , Deuta , a makhi is eating sweets” , he screamed. 
   
  Lotkon’s father was about to discuss the latest Prime Minister’s proposal on his state. Intercepted , he shouted back “ My son , a makhi cannot finish the sweets. Now, please go back , I am busy.”
   
  Lotkon went to his sit , The masked man must had overheard  the conversation. He came bold and began to grab all the sweets.
   
  Lotkon ran again , “ Deuta , Deuta , makhi is grabbing all the sweets. “ , he cried.
   
  Lotkon’s father was irritated , giving him a dirty look , he shoot back “ Dude , don’t you see what am I talking about. Get out from here right now”.
   
  Lotkon began to cry . While his father and friends continued to discus and dissect about the latest affair of the state, the masked man emptied the sweet shop. Lotkon cried , cried and cried.
   
  A Story 
  By Ankur
  Austin , Texas

 
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