I have a story to tell

(This is an entry for the write stuff short story contest.
Read it and please feel free to post your comments. This is my first story and your comments are gonna tell me the direction i've to take.)

THE OTHER BOY

"Yes, I'm waiting here.. Yeah.. I'm ok.. But come soon.. Where are you?..Hello.."

The line went dead. The familiar voice of his mom was still alive inside . Outside the sounds were unfamiliar. The sound of footsteps. Not the happy footsteps of children running back home. But confused footsteps. Footsteps spreading out in all directions. He could hear a pair of legs runnning towards him. He came out of the school building.A father was grabbing his girl and running towards his car. There goes the last one he thought. Now he was all alone in this building. He could hear army sirens far away. He felt dizzy. He couldn't make sense out of any of
this.
It had all started just two days ago. His father told him that someone had written nasty things on the walls of their sacred shrine. It was believed to be one of "them". That was indeed a bad thing to do. They deserved to be punished. That was what he thought first. Till it began to get scary. He had seen his neighbours packing things and leaving in a jeep that morning. They are one among the others Mom told. Now he couldn't really understand what was other about them. But he was happy that they were not one of the others.
Later in the afternoon , the teacher announced in the class that school would close early that day and that the students would need to go straight home with their parents. No one was supposed to come out after that. "It's a CURFEW" he said. Just as he opened the dictionary to find out what that meant, he heard a loud scream. He saw a group of boys running with sticks in their hand. One had a gun that he had seen only on tv.They were breaking into the bakery opposite his school. The baker was a nice man. Was he an other too?
All that seemed like years ago now.He had been watching his friends leave one by one. He felt like he could break down and cry any moment. Where was mom?
He thought he heard a sound.He was not alone. Who was that? It was then that he saw the boy sitting near the clock tower. He had not noticed him before. Was he waiting for someone too? So he had company. He felt a bit bold now. He seated himself on a bench facing the boy. The boy lifted his head for a while and then went back to play with some interesting thing he had in his hand.
In the minutes that followed not a single word was uttered there. Each found safety in the other's presence. A safety only human eyes can give.
Then suddenly they heard footsteps. Not one but several. He ran and hid inside a classroom.The other boy was not to be found in his place . Three rough looking men entered the school. He hid behind a door and waited. They seemed to be waiting too. An army jeep passed by. The men left soon after. He came out after a few minutes. The other boy was back in his place already.
Another awkward silence followed. Then footsteps again. But single this time. A lady entered the school. Was it the boy's mom? He hoped no. He did not want to be alone again. The lady came straight towards them.
Thank God, the boy didn't run towards her . She had not come for him. She went inside the school.
She returned alone after some time and sat down on a bench. He could hear her sobbing. She left after a while. After this every time he heard footsteps his heart would skip a beat.
He would pray that it should be his mom. If not he would then pray that it should not be his mom either. His first prayer was neglected and the second prayer answered three times. He told the last man that his son had gone with the teacher. He felt proud when the man smiled and thanked him.
The gate creaked . Footsteps again. This time he only prayed that it should not be for the boy. It was not. It was for him. It was his mother. He ran into her arms.
As they walked towards their car he turned back to see the boy. The boy lifted his head for a while and then went back to the thing in his hand. He suddenly felt very sad. He asked his mom if they could take the boy home too. She agreed. Then he went towards the boy and looking into his eyes, said "come with me". The boy shaked his head. He just said " My mom will be coming for me".
Then suddenly there was a loud siren..
"It's time... Let's go." "Let's take him too Mom.." " He won't come with us. See his dress. He is one of "them" "
There was siren again..
"It's the army. We've to leave" He found himself inside the car. Through the window he could see the boy looking at him. He waved his hands. The boy waved his too. He watched him disappear out of sight.
As the car moved he saw a woman running towards the school.
He closed his eyes and prayed that it should be the boy's mom.

What's so sunny about me?

Folks..
The blog's url and the title must have already suggested that i have a kind of a sun stroke.. Actually I am sun struck... Coz my name surya means Sun in India.. But what's in a name.. Even if i had been chandra (moon!) this blog would have been called the same. I am a person who believes that the best part of the day is the time when you have the sun overhead.. Our afternoons are beautifully silent.. Apart from an occasional squirrel dashing across the road, rarely anything stirs. Humans? Gosh.. Nitt is a land of siesta.. We sleep during the day ( if necessary bunking classes) and hunt (online) during the night... Oh I didn't tell you what NITT is.. It's my college- National Institute of Technology- Trichy. The best in India after the IITs.. More about it later.. Now let's come back under the sun.. I love to wander in hot daylight.. Things are much brighter and visible.. You see things you would've not cared to notice otherwise.
K.. I think I am boring.. That was just to tell you the reason for the choice of my title. Please do keep coming back here.. I promise to show you everything under the sun here..

HAVE A SUNBATH PLEASE..

Hello world(.cpp?)
That was to announce my arrival to this world...
Here in trichy the sun paints the town red(hot!). And this will be yet another place under the sun.I'll keep coming back here. Who doesn't love to have a sunbath?