"Hush" went Sahana, the daughter of a once rich merchant. "I can't swim anymore bhai" came out a squeaky little voice. "Try Sahana It's just a little far now." said Junaid, Sahana's brother hoping they feel the sand beneath their feet. Exhausted, Sahana stopped for a while as he hoped to float. The wailing storm however, had other plans.
The thunder storms made the waves rise higher until it seemed mightier than any creation of the human society. Junaid swam faster and prayed harder for the storm to pass away and for an island or at least a boat to appear. As the gigantic wave pushed Junaid deep in the sea, Archimedes's buoyancy made the boy float up.
Amidst a battle of an unknown potential energy and a handful of secrets discovered by the human race, two lives fought for survival.
Junaid looked up for Sahana only to be treated by the vastness of once a calm sea. He tried calling her, he tried looking around for her, but all his efforts went down the sea. Another wave hit him, hard almost like a slap, as if mocking him! Primal instincts kicking in, Junaid became the animal he was beneath all the façade, that the human race had him put up.
Battling for his survival, the boy had only one aim; To save himself. The thought of being buried deep in the sea bed and being undiscovered for centuries disturbed him.
So, he kicked, left and right, left and right, allowed himself to be led on by the waves, puffed the water out his lungs, ignored the nausea and chanted," left, right, left, right, left, right, left...." Until the sea proved its might and left the boy upon the mercy of... well nobody.
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"Move your bag, will you". Viaan looked up to the bald man with a scowl plastered across his face. With a slight nod, Viaan moved his bag-pack to his lap.
The strong stench of alcohol and the beedi, from the local store made Viaan get up and board the bus that came next. "Where to" asked the conductor, "last stop", the bored conductor handed him the tickets and went along the crowd.
On a hot day like this, Bala, the conductor preferred the company of his wife and six children, he did have the roti and achaar prepared by his girls for tiffin though! He was proud of both his girls; the elder one worked as a tailor in the local tailoring shop and the younger one was fifteen and helped their mother. He was guilty of not sending his daughters to school. He did send his boys though; the elder one was a chronic alcoholic who spent all of his sister's earnings on cheap alcohol and brothel, the younger one was the apple of Bala's eyes, he served tea in a call center and knew English and the youngest one was a rookie who got into trouble.
The bus jerked to a stop,snapping everyone out of their thoughts. The stench of sweat and loud curses annoyed everyone, further aggravating their anger. Unable to take it a moment longer, Viaan got down the bus and headed towards the train station.
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A/N:
Hey there! This is the part where I start writing stories! I would be updating every second and fourth Saturday of the month. So this is a story that's based in modern India which sadly has no elephants. I know the length is way too short but I have an excuse: First time!
Any suggestions, ideas and critics are welcome!
Have a Good Day,
Srinjayi Sengupta.
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The Kachcha Road.
AdventureWhat would you do if a storm washed out your town? What would you do if you lost the one who taught you everything? What would you do if you become a stranger to yourself? What would you do if you become afraid of humans, of civilization? Whatever...
