“He’s here, must be here, I saw him barely half an hour ago,” yelled fifteen year old Shakeel as he pointed his hands towards the expanse of green fields.
“What do you say, is he speaking the truth”?, asked BSF Inspector Arvind Sharma turning towards his deputy.
“Sir, these people are very poor. This boy…I know his father. He does odd jobs…even work the fields of the orchard growers. Last year, there was heavy firing from across the border. The destroyed a few huts including this boy’s. His mother too died, blown up by a hand grenade. They…”
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