It was a Sunday morning. The door bell went on for a minute, till Mukesh ran all the way downstairs to open the door.The apartment security guard was standing there with a puzzled look. “Sir, there is a parcel for you. A scooterist came two minutes back and delivered it. But..” ”What ?”
“But Sir, before I could ask his name he vanished. I got scared, so I have kept the parcel safely inside my cabin, Please come.” Mukesh was annoyed at the fuss and followed the guard to his cabin. He grabbed the parcel and walked towards his apartment. He saw a note pasted at the side. ” Call 9633430022 “.
He called the number. ” I was surprised to see a parcel with my name on it . Who are you? ” Open it ” said the male voice. Mukesh opened the parcel cover, Then he opened the lid. His skin grew pale in shock.
” Mr. Mukesh, I know what you did yesterday evening. It’s a promise. It will be a secret between us. Your identity will not be revealed and this will be forgotten now. But on one condition. Promise me that it will not happen again.” Mukesh was crying loudly now. ” Sorry, Sorry, I promise you. What a foolish thing I have done.” Mukesh disconnected the phone and hugged his three-day old baby daughter. He and his wife were expecting a son and since it was a girl, he left her inside a dustbin at a lonely street corner. The scooterist had followed him and united them.
