All Stories
My mood got nostalgic. I wanted to record poetry. When I was about to finish recording, a dog suddenly gave a loud bark down from the street. It was like an appreciation from the dog. To hear my poetry, I clicked the rewind button and then played it. I could not hear anything.
‘NO!’, my morals screamed, begging me to listen. I would never become one of them. I crumpled the paper, curling my fists to throw it away. My hand, for some reason, couldn’t move. “Kill or get killed?”… I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best to resist temptation. I failed. “Kill”, I whispered, smoothing the paper and pocketing it. The decision was made.
“So, what are you going to do now? Are you boarding that train?” K asked pointing toward the train trying to sound casual. He knew why the Gods have planned to send him back. The country was in a severe condition and this man, this soul had the power to bring the situations in balance.
Jack, who is otherwise serious to most people, is very loving to his nephew. He shuffled the boy’s mushroom cut hair and said, “Don’t worry, we will get our very own seat, but you have to be willing take all the troubles that come along the way.” – For that is what life is about, Mr. Jack added in his mind.
In his ten years of life, Bonku had come to realize that his father despised him with a certain dedication. He was scolded often for not having enough friends, for being a favorite pick among the school bullies, for failing to be the class topper and for still sobbing for his mother at night. His weakness angered his father, and his anger humiliated him. That had linked them together somehow.
Lilly took the bus home. Trying hard not to show any emotions. In front of her, a couple was holding hands. That view made it harder, not to break down in tears.
Death is a mystery; its ignorance puts a veil before us and keeps us guessing. We believe the unknown and disbelieve the known. Train no. 4213 keeps missing.
Having seen a woman inside, I waved my hands in hope but with strained access could hardly speak a sheer sentence of help, “Could you help me please…?”
As they slowly moved their way out to further up the forest, someone spotted them and shrieked. They started running, while people around them ran helter-skelter. He lost sight of her in the melee, and cursed himself as he found himself alone.
He felt like rushing over there and smashing that guy to pieces. Sumit remembered Kirits advice to him each time his emotions went out of control. He could not stay in office longer and went for home early. He put the air condition on, switched on the TV and went blank.