How the little seven year old Songpa had seen his family members die in front of him and how he had spent an entire night lying beside his mother's dead body, Singtan was shocked as well as worried about the little boy soundly sleeping in his arms.
It had just been a month since he had brought Songpa with him from the orphanage but Singtan was already very attached to him.
He used to spend almost his entire day with Songpa. He used to take him outside, bring toys for him but strangely Songpa never played with toys. Even if he did, he refused to play with ordinary toys. He used to like playing with complicated assembling toys, guns, artificial swords and other things.
The constant nightmares and anxiety attacks that Songpa was having kept on increasing day by day worrying Singtan even more.
