In the month of June, Sunday, when it was 9 degrees in the North Pole, Arjun was capturing the Auroras in his DSLR cameras. The auroras were so beautiful, that Arjun could not get off his eyes from the sky.

Diya, Arjun’s wife, called him to have a meal. Instantly, Arjun packed all his stuff in his large greenish bag. He put in his camera, camera stand, a water bottle and a pair of gloves. Though his house was not too far from his site, he had to bring all the items safely in a bag.

After sinking his feet 20 times, he reached home. His house was as hot as fire. His 16-year-old daughter; Shivika, was sitting on the couch near the window. She had a blue big eyes like her father and she was a pretty girl with wavy hair like her mother. She was drawing a portrait. She had a huge collection of her paintings, when they all go to India, Arjun would submit all his photos to his office and Shivika would sell all her paintings. “What are you drawing this time, Shivika?” asked Arjun. Shivika answered that she was drawing the scenery of an island. She lied. Instead, she was drawing a portrait of her younger...