LIGHT shone through to the alley Krishna was walking on as he pulled his hood lower to hide more of his face. It wouldn’t do to be spotted by one of his fans—not now while he was already running a little behind his schedule to reach the library..and continued walking quickly to the orphanage... The children there greeted him with smiles and asked for him to begin his story. One of the older children immediately raised his hand up.
“Yes?” Krishna asked the boy. “Mr Krishna, most of your works depict many deaths, whether due to murder, natural ageing or accidents. Can I ask the reason for that, please?”
Ah, the magic word, Krishna thought. How could he refuse a polite kid like that?...Krishna got his sense back before he could continue anymore on his rant on death. Who was he talking to about death? Weren’t these just little kids who had come to meet him just so they could hear some stories from him? He realised every word he had spoken until now had connected with these kids. —littlewordsthatcount.blogspot.com