Every day passed in a strange uncertainty for him. He himself did not quite understand why.
This burden of thoughts sometimes tired him, and sometimes plunged him into deep thought.
That day was also one of those days. A winter afternoon, a gentle silence all around. The small hilly town seemed to be wrapped in a light blanket of fog.
The distant mountains were dim, the sunlight coming through the fog casting a faint glow on the ground. There was a slight chill in the air, but even in that cold, a strange peace was hidden.
It was as if nature itself was telling a mysterious story.
School had long since ended. The children were returning home in groups, some laughing, some playing, some hurrying towards their homes. But even in the midst of this commotion, James seemed to stand alon
