In a beautiful yard, 7 children were playing happily with each other, but keeping their youngest brother’s health in mind.

This scene was quite peaceful for all the people watching them, either playfully (teasingly) or joyfully. Eldest one was having his eyes covered with a black cloth, and was trying to follow the giggles of the young ones while young ones were running here and there to not let the eldest catch them.

Their giggles were like melody to their mother’s ears, who was listening to the younger’s playful cries to mislead the eldest to save others.

But soon those giggles faded, that colorful yard covered into the black mist. That dark thick fog ate those giggles, ate that happy environment and ate those kids.

Nothing could be seen and heard except that pitiful mothers’ painful cries and begs to let ‘him’ see his kids, to let him save his kids, and to let him go to his kids. But nothing changed, that mother kneeled there in that dark fog to let it gulp him as well, so that he could meet his kids.

Only his cries and wails were echoing in that silent surrounding. That’s when, he heard someone calling his name –

‘Henry’