They are capable of releasing deadly gases like cyanide, anthrax and amatoxin into the water in perfect ratios just so to ensure that the ones ingesting it would surely procure dangerous diseases or chronic illnesses but wouldn’t get killed.
All India Literature Competition 2019-20 by The Creative Post Winner – 13th Position (Judges’ Choice) —by Nilam Manwar Ingole –Reading Time – 15 min Approx The Universe has hidden so many mysteries within itself. Covering it with the dark matter. Read more
Life throws a lot of conflicting borderline cases, the day you differentiate yourself from others it becomes easy to hurt people, like the council’s decision towards you or your attack on people. When you see everyone around as yourself, you will love the world for what it is, and nothing can hurt you. I named you Pradeep so that people will get to enjoy your light. Shine brighter son”, said Dhruva gasping with his last amount energy as the blood vessels in his legs started to burst out.
Then it is decided that it is on your surface, shall I bring all my creations to life. You will be life provider. The true symbol of giver!
Letters were never my friends and my body was paralyzed. But I was determined to cross the borderline of my fears and I typed my first words to wish her a happy birthday. The happiness on my mother’s face was indescribable. I never stopped writing after that.
In my young days when I was living with my parents, I had the satisfaction of ‘us’ being under the same sky. Time has changed, now I am living with my son and satisfied that atleast his father and I share the same soil, difference is that, he is buried in the grave, beneath the soil; I am above the soil, a walking grave. I am done and dusted.
“We are not half of the dumb cows you all make us out to be, respected Officer. We know what lies at risk, and what we are being offered. We either die by your bullet, fighting to stay alive, or we die today still, only a little while later!”A man, seemingly braver than the rest, spoke up, making the others look around at each other’s faces, seeking nods of approval.“Do you not have a child at home, Officer?”A woman, following the lead, was the next to speak up, necessarily not meaning she had any less of a courageous spirit, but the little bundle of flesh, blood and a heartbeat she had in her arms meaning that she had a lot more to lose than just her own life, giving her more of a reason to stay quiet.
Ten-year-old Luke cannot understand this difference. Because it’s nonsense to him. Paul heard Luke calling to him. Paul asked him to join with him in the table.This is where Luke should’ve understood the border line. He didn’t. He went to the table and joined the dinner with Paul’s family. Paul’s mother’s face turned red in anger but didn’t show it out. After the dinner was over, Luke went to his home, happily.
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.