First part : The First Last Journey – 1
Rudra was standing by his nana’s side seeing his pacific face. The memories he spend with his nana was passing before his eyes. Everything from his third birthday to last week when he went to meet him was clearely visible to him. It looked like it was the moment these memories were wating to be surfaced. Rudra’s heart sudenly became heavy. The reality of life had hit hard. It was the end which he had never given a thought.
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Suraj felt immense pain in his head. He felt that his head will burst open. He was screaming and trying to lie on his bed.He felt blood gushing out from his vessels in the brain. Suddenly, his pain ended, and then he knew that his time on this planet has come to an end. He was leaving this world.
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” Is this Mr Murti speaking ?”
“Yes. May I know who is this ?”
” Sir, I’m Major Guarav from Madras Regiment, Indian Army.”
Mr Murti’s heartbeats increased. His worst fear came true in another 10 seconds. He had lost his son. And a country had lost another brave soldier.
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It was raining heavily. Sara was sitting under the tree in her garden. On her lap was the head of Rob. Rob’s eyes were close. He was not breathing. His face was tranquil and his body cold. A small drop of tear came sliding down Sara’s cheek. Rob was no more.
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26th December 2004
Rohit was watching the television. And what he saw was really scary. The news report was about a massive tsunami caused in the aftermath of an earthquake in Sumatra. Then suddenly a face come to his mind. A face having striking blue eyes and a soft smile. The face of an old friend.
Continue reading “Not so close. Not so far”
Shruti is a ragpicker. She is 10. She is not alone in this thing. There are another 200 children like her in Mohan Nagar who do this. Shruti has two siblings also, aged 5 and 3.
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Alok was on his bed, deep in thought, feeling insecure and frightened and lucky too. The night was silent. The weather was hot. Alok was thinking about his father and those 5 minutes with him which he had spent earlier that day.
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