A Short Story...
This is the story which I had written for the Igenius competition and got selected. The Journey of a Patriot My name is Lingui Gusteau. I belong to France. My father’s name is Auguste Gusteau. We have a lodge as “La Gusteau “. The year was 1767. I was 17 years old. It was Monday, when a terrible group of four people came to our lodge. They were tall, rough and strong. They were only in the lodge at the time of eating and sleeping. One day, I was passing their chamber when I have heard one of them saying, “Our Queen of England had assigned a job to us that we have to find out the people who are mixed with the French for many years, waiting for the signal which is going to be made by us”. Another person asked “Tell me clearly, I can’t understand”. The first person said,” Defeating France in war is impossible, so our people had hidden weapons in a cave in Alps, to use it when we signal them”. I was astonished! They had come from Britain! It was a serious matter. The a...