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Editor’s Note: Here is a short story by a 14 year old girl shared by her proud mother meenasankaran. Her choice of words, her perceptions and the genre will most surely impress you. Enjoy the story and share your comments here. He stared at the candle. A sudden blast of cold wind shot through the window and threatened to blow the light out, but he blocked the cold with his hand.  Four years. Four years since he had seen light. The blasts of bombs, and the yelling and screaming and shooting, the harsh barks of commanders issuing hurried orders...

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