Chapter Four

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I hurried back to my home.

It was 1 hour since the long stormy sound of the winds were gone. While passing through the roads and lanes I could only get the glimpse of scattered furniture, woods, half broken lamp post, broken glasses, and broken hearts of some people too. Every single thing was destroyed.

After I reached home I was standing outsidey front gate hopelessly. My front gate broken, window pieces shattered here and there, most amazingly the door was open! I can clearly remember that I closed the door after me then how can it be open unless someone did open it........

Oh shit. I ran inside the house searching for mom. She must be somewhere here. She has to be somewhere. She can't be the 'somebody' who opened the door. It just opened up by those bloody fucking winds. But unfortunately she was nowhere.

"Mom where are you?" " answer me"

Tears started to flow across my cheeks. I was soon badly angry on myself.

Why did I leave the house. I Was such an

I went to the kitchen took the knife and the moment I tried to stab it inside me.

"If you ever kill yourself then it means you are a coward. Then it means you don't have the guts to fight against the world. So don't ever attempt a suicide. Always kill the person upon whom you're angry on, not yourself dear." These words ran across my mind which forced me to keep the knife back into it's place.

But what do now. I gotta renovate the whole house, start my life again but this no parents just as a orphan. I m an orphan now and there's no way I cannot accept it. This is the truth and this is my life. Totally mine.

(Fact: after the cyclone. Everything was destroyed. Many people including some of vidushis friends was found dead as declared by the news channels. Her school was damaged and only pieces of blocks were found. Just like artifacts. Vidushi was basically educated till class 9 after that she didn't had money to be en rolled in another school nor pay the fees every year so she took up job for living a simple life.)

  

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