Photo Prompt :Dawn M Miller
Grandpa tried to hide the salt in his eyes.
Little Nikhil loved the clang of the sonorous tracks and the speed transported him to
another world. Both of them were travelling but in different eras.
The wrinkled eyes saw a hard track with clouds of dust rising and the adrenaline rush of
the pounding of the hooves. “It is Shivaji Maharaj and his mavlas galloping. They were
expert in guerrilla warfare”.
The little mind confused of the bygone era, which he studied only in his History
textbooks, kept mum.
“One may not see but one can experience the feeling, Nikhil”.
Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle
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