Chandru sobbed as his grandfather held him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Grandpa prodded gently.
“It was horrible, grandpa. I cannot unsee…”
“Calm down. What happened?”
“Remember the school that collapsed some time back? My company wants to build a new school in the same location. While surveying the property, I came across these.”
Chandru placed a pair of dusty, cobweb filled shoes on the table.
“More than 80 children died that day…All because of some greedy official…”
Grandfather remembered. Afterall, it was he who had approved the low-quality school building for 2,00,000 rupees many years ago.
Tears of regret streamed as he joined his grandson in mourning.