She was desperate to meet my father during that time and finally my father had no option other than bowing down to my mother wish.Since this was not m... father wish, my father did not want to come to Kolkata to pick us up. My grandfather decided to take us to this village.It was just after two days of my school summer vacation, we decided to travel to my father place.When we arrive at the station we found that my father had sent a driver to pick us up.My grandfather was furious on seeing this. I decided right then and there to do something about the situation. After class I had a chat with the teacher and made an offer to equip her classes with up-to-date tools to allow her students to develop a talent for creating pictures that were worthwhile. She was all for my idea so I made a visit to a big camera store and went shopping. Now I have to admit that in a camera store I was like a kid in a candy store so I may have gone a little overboard. I had all the neat new equipment delivered. Wow!The streets were all narrow and we had buildings rightacross the street, maybe four or five meters (yards)away. All the curtains looked closed over there and itwas still light out so I couldn’t tell what the “view”would be like. “Anyhow, the view on the street’s nothalf bad,” I thought to myself and headed out.After wandering the streets to get my bearings, Idecided that, to take in the sights, I should eatsupper that evening at a roadside cafe. That was. Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought 'If others can try their hand at writing, why not me.' I knew the stereotypes and old plotlines, so sitting down decided to open myself up and let my story out.First I would need an outline, get.