“Satish….Satish where are you?” Monica was screaming at top of her voice. She was searching for him all over the place. Usually Satish run from his home. He didn’t like to play with other guys. He just likes to sit on the dusty mound. He likes looking at the view and daydreaming. Though the view was not beautiful at all. All he could see from his spot was a lot of mounds of sand. They were arid and lifeless. But his dreams were beautiful. They were full of life unlike those sand mounds.That was his favourite pastime. His dream used to be different each time. Sometimes he was a reputed doctor in a big hospital, sometimes a big officer who moved around in big white cars with security officers around him. Sometimes he was a heart-throb rock singer and sometimes a pilot flying gigantic aircrafts around the world. But his most favorite dream was when he was the Prime Minister of the country. He saw himself wearing white clothes, waving at the crowd, wearin...