Shramana broke down into uncontrollable tears, and did not stop no matter how much Arijit told her to. From the looks of it, she definitely was going through a breakdown. That is when little Nirbhay got down from his chair and hugged his mother. Surprisingly enough, Shramana consoled herself restricting her tears as much as she could. It was no surprise that Sarla, Shramana’s mother did not survive the accident and Shramana attributed herself for the death of her mother.
Seldom have I seen a boy of my age (17 yrs.) with so much intellect and natural reasoning as his. He has an excellent logical ability and reasoning which may be compared to any world-class detective. The boy I’m referring to is Zaid and he prefers to be called ‘Z’ in short. “Sounds sexy” is his standard reply if anybody asks why. His dream was to become a detective and he literally ate, slept and drank detective novels throughout the world of varying writers. Hercule Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, Feluda, Byomkesh Bokshi, Shawn Spencer, Thomas Magnum was among his private investigator heroes, but he adored Clouseau from Pink Panther as well. I am just his best friend stealing a chance to write down some good detective stories (based on true events of course!).
Now, as if by premonition, I knew you would leave me, ‘What did I lack?’ I asked myself, I could feel the air around me going sooty and black; I cried, yes I cried for the umpteenth time; my head ready to burst… Our love was so pure, perfect; why did it have to end? I was dying inside from your thirst, needed a ‘drop’ of you to survive, Watching the tracks I reflect, why can't we go alike them?
My entire life is through a noose, An endless, vicious cycle of torment and regret Onwards on a journey of finding the golden goose, A fork in the road, many call fate- Soon enough the ‘is’ will be ‘was’ What does it take to kill oneself? Remorse? Pity? Self-retribution? Or is that the chapter … Continue reading Noose (#NaPo_Wrimo)