The place was dimly lit yet it bustled with the vigour and zest of an ongoing festival . The little wooden door was left ajar and onlookers could catch a glimpse of the cozy atmosphere inside as they bustled around with their daily chores .

The place reminded little Prithu of an old weary looking shack , yet he couldn't contain his curiosity to know what lay behind those rustic walls.

Prithu lived with his family in a small one bedroom apartment across this misty looking cottage. He'd never stepped foot in it , rather none of his family had . Despite having a dreary look , he'd heard that the place held some treasures that his clan couldn't buy .

Nevertheless for the past twelve years , he'd always held a fascination for those sundry people that visited it . He wondered, what was it after all that so many people who looked so different found in this place ? Indian men with their lovely dressed ladies wearing classy attire , young boys and girls who seemed to have given their college a miss, unknown foreigners known in his local community as 'hippies' having strange drawings all over their bodies ...and many more fascinating people , he'd been witness to all, entering this tumbledown place . They all looked so smug and often came out carrying big brown bags , which he thought contained savouries from some strange land .

That evening Prithu’s father scurried into the house babbling with excitement. In a flurry he narrated to Prithu how he'd managed to get a job in the little shack in the opposite lane . Finally , thought Prithu , he'd know what happens in there . The innocent concerns of twelve years of his life would find their answers in a jiffy, after all appu would tell him, exciting stories of the place he thought of everyday , maybe if he was a good boy , he'd get to take a glance at what was inside ...

It was time for appu to leave and Prithu blissfully slipped back into his reverie with even more excitement than before , for now he'd soon be a part of it .

At around seven in the evening , a deafening roar awakened the lazy neighbourhood around the shack . Prithu ran out as fast as he could to see what the sudden pandemonium was about .

People everywhere , lying around , crying in desperation , lots of men in uniforms , flashlights had gathered around his mystery shack. The smoke shrouded his eye sight and Prithu became a part of the deadly inferno.

The chant of 'German Bakery has been bombed' echoed all night long . At last , he knew ….