The Whisper And The Wind

PANDEMONIUM THAT SURROUNDS.

Shitwik and Aaravi walked down the cobblestone path leading away from their home. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Shitwik had his camera slung over his shoulder, always ready to capture the world through his unique lens.

"Hey, Shitwik," Aaravi said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "Have you ever noticed that old, abandoned house at the end of our street? The one with the overgrown garden and broken windows?"

Shitwik knitted his eyebrows, glancing at his sister with curiosity. He wondered why she was suddenly interested in the house. The place had always been there, a silent presence in their neighborhood, but it had never crossed his mind to explore it.

He turned to look where Aaravi was pointing. The house she referred to was a dilapidated structure, seemingly forgotten by time. Vines crawled up the walls, and the windows were boarded up. It had always been there, a silent presence in their neighborhood, but Shitwik had never given it much thought.

"Yeah, I've seen it," Shitwik replied, curiosity piqued. "Why do you ask?"

"I've always wondered what happened there," Aaravi said, her eyes wide with curiosity. "There's something mysterious about it, don't you think?"

Shitwik nodded, intrigued by his sister's sudden interest. "Do you want to go check it out?"

Aaravi's face lit up. "Yes, let's go!"

They made their way to the house, pushing aside the overgrown bushes that partially obscured the entrance. The front door was slightly ajar, creaking ominously as Shitwik gently pushed it open. They stepped inside, the air thick with dust and the scent of decay.

The interior was dark, illuminated only by the slivers of sunlight that managed to penetrate the boarded-up windows. Furniture lay in disarray, and cobwebs draped the corners of the room like ghostly curtains.

"Do you think anyone lived here recently?" Aaravi whispered, her voice echoing in the silence.

"I doubt it," Shitwik replied, raising his camera to capture the eerie beauty of the abandoned home. "But there must be a story behind this place."

As they explored the house, Shitwik's camera clicked, capturing the haunting atmosphere. They found old photographs scattered on the floor, showing a family that once lived there. A young couple with a baby, their smiles frozen in time. However, the parents' faces were torn out of the photos, leaving only the child's face intact.

"Look at this," Aaravi said, picking up a dusty frame. "They seemed so happy. I wonder what happened to them."

Shitwik took the photograph from her and examined it closely. "Maybe the camera can tell us," he said, a sudden idea forming in his mind. He raised the vintage camera and snapped a picture of the family photo.

The camera whirred, and when Shitwik looked at the developed picture, it showed the same family but in a different light. They were standing outside the house, bags packed, looking forlorn. It was a snapshot of their last day in the home.

"They left," Aaravi said softly, peering over Shitwik's shoulder. "But why?"

Shitwik's eyes scanned the image for clues. In the background, he noticed a "For Sale" sign and a foreclosure notice on the front door. "It looks like they couldn't afford to stay," he said, his heart heavy with the weight of their discovery.

Aaravi sighed. "It's sad how some stories end, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Shitwik agreed. "But it's important to remember them. Every picture tells a story, and every story deserves to be told."