The Last Resort
The Last Resort I am the walls of one of the rooms, located in the N block of a certain colony named Preet Vihar, in the capital city of Delhi. The room belonged to Utkarsh. I had seen him grow before my eyes, right from his childhood, and I was very fond of him. Although the bonding between me and Utkarsh was one sided, yet I felt the relationship to be complete. I felt I knew him inside out. Utkarsh was an average boy who was slow in understanding and grasping things. He had the habit of stammering too. All these qualities naturally made him qualified enough to become the centre of mockery in school, among friends and also among family. But, I always felt his stammers to be innocent and cute. At the age of 10, when he realized for the first time that he had to survive with his peculiarity of stammering for the rest of his life, he felt sad. He cried for hours and I was the sole witness of his tears. It pained me and had I the power of words with me, I would have conveye