The alarm rang just at 6 am. But Zee has hardly been asleep. "I should take rest for a while." he thought. Right before buzzing the alarm off something struck his head. "Oh no! I'm late!" he ran. A quick shower it was. Scribbled egg is now an everyday meal. Opening the fridge Zee realised there's no milk. "I need to go with juice again today" he thought. There's a stain on the white shirt which he needs to wear today in the school-function. But there's no time to wash it. "No, I can't lose TODAY" he hummed. Zee rushed and roughly pulled out all the clothes he had from his wardrobe. He doesn’t own much so he had too less to be picky about clothes. "Oh! There's this black jacket. Might go well with the shirt to cover the stain." Zee wore the shirt and the jacket as fast as he could. He wore one of the black pants he had on the floor. Now he needs a tie. Suddenly stopped breathing. He slowly turned towards the dressing table. It's hanging there, the tie, with a note:
"I knew you will look for it."
A teardrop rolled down his right cheek. His heart ached. Is it fate or cruelty? Is it life or just breathing? He couldn’t differ. The next moment he couldn’t believe his ears, as if everything's really happening right before his eyes.
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THE UGLY DUCKLING (Distinct)
Short StoryThe story is a basically about a trauma a boy had to face at the cost of his happiness. It has no direct connection with "The Ugly Duckling". The name of this great masterpiece is merely used in a metaphorical way. This is my very first writing. I u...
