A little house. A sweet home. A mother lives there with her children. There is no luxury but they don't lack anything either.

The smallest of the children is Manab. Mother gave him a cute nickname, Monu. But even if he was the smallest, he was gifted with far more cleverness and intelligence than any of his older siblings.

But after all he was the smallest. His brothers and sisters used to dominate him and gave him a hard time unknowingly.

Monu couldn't say anything. He was scared. But at night, in mother's lap, he felt relieved sharing those incidents. Mother used to wipe off his tears with the end of her saree and stroke gently in his head until he felt asleep.

And like that days were passing by. Monu was growing little by little. Their house was small but nobody ever went outside. They were all scared of the unknown.

But Monu had immense curiosity. Their home was enclosed by a high wall. Monu loved to stare at the blue and white painted wall indefinitely. Sometimes it seemed black in low light. But Monu never saw what lies beyond the wall. The wish to look outside was growing day by day.

Monu had an unique determination to learn the reasons behind everything. Mother sometimes felt exhausted answering to his endless queries. But Monu was never satisfied. He also had a strange habit to name everything he witnessed. He named that wall "Sky".

~To be continued...

© Avik Ghosh