Away in the darkness his eyes twinkled, Rohan was up on his back and was ready for the day. His poor cottage house was what he liked the most . . . even above the single storied brick houses of a few of his friends. Sharp beams of daylight pierced through the slits in the thatched roof and the slightest streak of sun beam had illuminated a portion of his right hand, a portion of his left leg and a wall clock right ahead. He rose up and on his feet down on the floor to take notice of the time - 'its hours to the school time . . . that's just eight! let me get up fast, so that i might do the rest of my homework' .
he stretched himself and flung open the pale rotten windows, at the right end of the bed . . . which somewhat opened with a...