my senses tried hard to digest the blur of events, the sixth one kept knocking on my head and telling my heart that something was terribly wrong. Rehaan, the love of my life, was lying all pale, draped over in white cloth after “Yama” sucked the life out of him. I kept staring until everything around went black. Seconds later i could feel my heart hammering inside my chest like a football. Sweat was poring down my forehead as i jolted awake trying to contemplate the events and the realization that it was a dream struck me with the force of tsunami waves. It was 4 PM and there was a message from Jonathan on my phone which read : “He’s gone” . I curled myself in a fetal position and just let all the tears out. Jonathan: When the funeral rites were over, he walked out of the mosque with his head held low and the thought that he would be seeing his best friend for the last time gave his heart a squeeze. The question “what went wrong” kept replaying on his head as he finally got the strength to message Theresa. Without any prior thought, he walked towards their favourite hangout that had a view of the sea and sat there, calmed by the breeze, thinking of their happy lives before that fateful journey. The wind mirrored their sorrow, as each of their dreams and lives were devastated leaving nothing but deep regrets! (This story won honourable mention in the October-November 2011 Short Story Writing competition of SH College Writers’ Forum)
True Abode He looked around, a hapless victim of poverty, like a deer searching for better pastures of grass to feed on. Weak from hunger and helpless before the forces of nature, he took refuge from the scorching heat of the sun under a tree at a park near the centre of the town. The busy sounds of the town-life soon began to fade off as he settled into a slumber instigated by the lullaby of the voices around him. The moon soon took its course over the town, emitting dark shadows around. An eerie silence settled in accompanied with the faint rustling of the leaves, the echoes of the winds
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