Quito San.

“Disgraceful, I call it!”, shouted Agronak.

“What is the world coming to these days? 200!”, and he fell silent. The court members were petrified at his rage. None dare raise their voice when Agronak was in rage.

The draft rustling the leaves was to be heard along the room. Small and faint murmurs coming from the incube room was also audible. But none moved. Three years had it been since they established their stronghold and things were only becoming worse for them.

After a few moments of silence, Agronak raised his voice again.

“Note it my trustworthy companions! 200 is no meager number. Reports have come in from the Amazon that our brothers had almost felled a whole village! But here we are sitting, lost to us 200 young bloods on a scout mission at the hostel. Pah! No respect for the ecological balance do these pathetic humans have…”, He again fell into deep thought.

At the beginning, they had seen people from the hostel drawing and leaving pools of water behind it. Very soon they understood that the humans referred to the actions that they were doing as “vashing”. Whatever it was, the water they left behind was plenty during all seasons and a few meters away, a lot of junk food and waste were available. Agronak had found out pretty soon that all this garbage was laid behind quite a big room referred to by the humans as “mess”. He wondered how literally it should be taken.

Anyhow, the place was apt for their spending. And they had established their stronghold behind the hostel. Three years had it been now and Agronak had risen to the top in ranks. His military tactics and training was what had kept them running over the years. But time was running low and he had thought of making Rijkar his heir. However, he was in doubt now as the last day’s 200 deaths was not a meager issue. Their existence was threatened and it called for drastic measures. He feared for the worst… A deal with viruses!

Without concluding his words, Agronak went away. It was long before he came back. He went to the incube room and saw his most precious responsibility. The eggs. He walked among them. A king walking beside his loyal disciplined subjects. He knew not what their part in this was nor their fate.

He went back to the council and gave his final orders. “Hear me out my loved ones! For a long time have we dwelled here peacefully prospering. But I’m afraid that time must end.”

“We have done well on the part entrusted to us. But so many have died among us due to their poison gas and hand slaps. Oh! The humiliation! But no more. We either fall or we stand. We have to make a final stand for our lives.”

At this there rose a small murmur all along the castle walls. Especially the women were a bit louder. The sudden announcement of war had filled everyone with both excitement and anxiety. Suffice to say, most of them were in a confused state.

“Silence!”, roared Agronak. “We are a battling race. We live for blood and we shall die for it. We fight to survive!”

At this, a loud war cry rang out from the loyal subjects. “Long live Agronak, long live Quito San!”

Then a song broke out.

“Day and night, do we go

to war, to war, to war we go.

We strive for blood,

till we’re dead.

To war, to war, to war we go.”

As soon as the song fell silent, Agronak’s voice thundered. “Let the preparations be made. On the night of the third from today shall we leave.”

A few young ones had come out of their eggs that day. Agronak, along with Rijkar, went to meet them.

“Welcome aboard my lads! How feel all of you?”, said Agronak in a fatherly tone.

“We are fine sir Agronak. Ready for training!”, shouted all of them.

Agronak let out a contended laugh and said, “Well, well, well, it seems you have already been briefed by Umbrug. Very good. And since you are already in such excitement, I won’t keep you waiting. You shall be trained by Rijkar here. Learn fast and well children.”

“Aye sir Agronak!”, said they in a chorus.

“May your stings be pointed”, wished Agronak

Just as he was about to leave, Umbrug, the guard of the incube room came running and said, “Oh Agronak, hail be to you. I wanted them to be ready as soon as possible. That’s why I had briefed them.”

“You did well Umbrug, my dear friend”, said Agronak as he walked away.

That night, Rijkar got a chance to train his newly entrusted troop. Some fellow had come from the hostel at a rather late time for “vashing”. Rijkar told his comrades, “Hear me out my lads. That thing is our target”, pointing to the fellow. “What you should beware of is his two limbs hanging from either side of his body. They have small spike like things called “fingers” at their ends. And once these spikes bend and forms a grasp and you are inside it, then God have mercy on your souls. However, from my experience, which is considerable, I have seen that most of them are not skilled at using their fingers effectively. We can simply find our way out from between them. But do not take that for granted.”

He reamined silent as if in deep thought and then continued, “But all things considered, what you should fear for your lives is their manoeuvre called ‘slap’. They use their limbs to slap you and in almost from one shot from any of them, you’ll be sent to kingdom come”. He grinned at this as he was aware of his troops fearing somewhat.

Rijkar explained to them about how to inflict maximum damage.

“Watch their necks. The veins there are your best bet. Of course, you can find it all along their body. But in most other cases, it will be covered by fat. And take care because once you penetrate their dermis with your sting, you’ll have to wait for a while before you can pull out your sting and that is usually when the slap comes. So watch out!”

“Let us spread out and do some damage! Oh. And one more thing. If you wish to have some fun, you can always buzz around their ears. Its actually quite funny to see what all they do just to get rid of the sound we make.”

The theory classes were over. Now it was time for practical classes. Rijkar went and buzzed around the guy’s head first. The young ones laughed on seeing how the guy waved his hands around his head and shook it madly just to get rid of the sound. But Rijkar skilfully avoided being hit. Right when the guy had settled down a bit, there went Rijkar on to his leg and stung!

“Owwww!”, cried the human and down came his hands on his legs. Slap! But by the time the slap had come, Rijkar had returned to his troops.

“See? That’s the way to do it. Now go forth my lads! Let that guy have it.”

Rijkar remained where he was and sought amusement in the fact that how well the lads performed. It was almost as if the fellow was dancing. The lads were working as a team, not allowing the guy to concentrate on one area at a time. The troop had their fun along with their training for a while on the guy and then left him alone. All of them went back to the castle along with Rijkar.

Meanwhile, Agronak was walking around deep in thought. The plan had been laid. He was anxiously waiting for his scouts to return. He went to his room to find peace. There he was greeted by Daer-jaa, the Queen, his beloved.

Both of them were silent for a while. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on them more than on anyone else. War was in front of them and that night might be their last.

“My Rose…”, said Agronak softly. There was no need for words. All that needed to be said had been conveyed in one single look. Such was the bond between them. Both owed their lives to each other. They had turned the tides of battle together. They had led generations together. They had stood side by side in battles, as a pair not to be moved by any even though abandoned by all. Hope, they held strong till the end, and hope, had bound them together.

They sat together, hand in hand. Love was in their eyes. Slowly their old faces’ wrinkles disappeared. The energy back in the young strong days came flowing back through their veins. Determination swelled up in them. All the times they had been together were reflected in their eyes.

“I’ll be beside you as always Gronak…”, said Daer-jaa caringly. “I feel the end is not far and I’m not strong enough. Not strong enough to live without you anymore….”

“You won’t have to my Rose”, said Agronak. “If we’re going down, we will go down together….”

With a gentle hug, Agronak went back to the council chamber to spend a restless night.

“Sir!”, called Umbrug. “The scouts are back”.

“Send them in”, cried Agronak.

Three of the scouts entered and gave their reports which, fortunately, Agronak found was liking to his expectation. He bade his news-bearers a good night’s rest.

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The time had come at last. The field was bathed in the golden rays of the setting sun. The soaring eagles all had their fill and went to their sleep. The troop was amassed at the front of the castle and Agronak was in front of them.

“Here we are! To make a final stand! Here we go to avenge our loved ones’ deaths…”. Agronak’s voice fell. Then he continued. “It is to war that we are going my people, maybe not to return forever. Our destinies usually lie on the road we choose to avoid it. So are you with me?”, shouted Agronak.

“Sir, yes sir!!”, came the reply in chorus.

“I say are you with me!”, thundered Agronak’s voice.

“Sir, yes sir!!”

“Good, very good. Come on then my men. Forward march!”

The troop marched together in high spirits and at last came to the front of the gate of the hostel. The battle plans had been laid out among them that morning itself. But just when they were about to start their maneuver, a long forgotten sound was heard.

“Halt my friends! You are not without aid in this battle!”, said that voice.

Everyone turned in awe towards the direction of the voice. But to their astonishment, they couldn’t find the voice’s source. In this state of surprise, Agronak slowly went forward and raised his hand.

“Blessed be the day old alliances are made again! Long have we been on our own. But let us now welcome our oldest friends to join us in our battle. My friends, behold the Plasmodiums!”, said Agronak in a voice filled with both pleasure and respect.

“Hail the parasites! Hail the malaria!”, shouted the troop. When the shouting had died down, the owner of the invisible voice said again, “Go to your destinies my lads. Rest assured that although you cannot see us, we’re right beside you to do our job when you do yours. Death, to those who stand in our way!”

At this a new spirit cam flowing in through the troop’s veins. They were going to do this. Hope or no hope, fear or no fear, determination drove them for that was what Agronak’s presence brought along with the beautiful Daer-jaa.

The troop started their maneuver as planned. The veterans were assigned the second floor as high altitude attacks required much experience and composure. The other two floors were assigned mostly in random. Except one room.

The one room which Agronak had a personal vendetta against. The room in which he had lost his beloved daughter. The room 303…

After all the troops had taken their positions, Agronak along with Daer-jaa went forward to the front of 303′s window. The reason why he chose that room, was not spoken though known. The time was at hand.

“For our glory! For the glory of mosquitoes!!”, cried Agronak. “ATTACK!!!”

With this Agronak and his team went charging in.

“Let’s do this!”

The whole oncoming had not gone unnoticed. Most of the lights were on and many of the humans were up slapping and shouting. The war had begun. Screams and shouts were to be heard from everywhere.

Agronak and his team went forth. Just as when the battle was heating up, unsought help came. The Plasmodiums had not been idle. There came the dungue and chikun gunya viruses. Words were not spoken among any. But now Agronak knew what needed to be done.

Swiftly he flew and punctured the first one’s neck. The way was laid for their allies to do their work. And they did not fail to. The guy woke up with a shot and slap. But he was too late. The viruses had gotten in him. Agronak’s team was on a roll in the room. Three of the guys in the room had been infected. Now Agronak turned his attention on the next one. His blood boiled.

But just as when he was about to inflict pain, he heard a scream. He was pushed aside and there came a zapping noise. On regaining his senses quickly, he turned around. To his horror, he saw Daer-jaa falling! The reason hit him like .455 slug. The humans had not been idle. They had invented the zapping electric bats!

Agronak flew and got her. He retreated to one of the corners with her.

“Rose!”

“Gronak…”, her voice was feeble. “You must live for me… protect our children… I’m sorry my love. I won’t be able to keep my promise… I can’t be there any longer…. for you…”, and she fell silent.

Rage replaced all else in Agronak’s mind. He kissed his sweetheart one last time and flew back. On seeing him, the bat flew at him. He side stepped the attack. His troop was gone and only four in the room had been infected. The last and final one, the human who had stole everything from him, his wife and his daughter was yet to be infected.

Agronak roared, “Groarrrr!!” and buzzed around and around while the bat was being slung right at his tail. And at the final moment, the bat came straight for him. Death was in front of him. But he saw the small gap he needed. He, smiling, went directly through the gap on betwwen the net of the bat and went for the human’s neck.

Sting! The damage was done.

Now his attention was focused on his beloved’s dying wish. With the bats swishing and swirling, he dodged all of them and flew out. The war was almost over. The result needed to be waited for. There was no plan for a retreat. And hence Agronak went back to his castle.

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Two days later, there was news in the local papers : “Hostels shut down due to spreading fever”.

Agronak had seen the puny humans leave one by one. He knew his task was done. But his destiny was not yet completed. He foresaw what was going to happen and ordered an immediate relocation to the canal. But he had no energy nor motivation left in him.

But while the eggs were being packed up, his worst fear came true. There came the castle destroyers with their sprayers. It happened too quickly. Their castle was going to get sprayed with the toxin and that would mean the end of the eggs. He saw the only way out.

“Rijkar, arise and lead our kindred for my time has come!”, with this, he flew directly into the sprayer and blocked its nozzle. “Go now!”, shouted Agronak.

“Here I come for you my love….”, he said to himself.

The destroyer’s sprayer was blocked and he had to remove and replace his nozzle. But that time was all that Rijkar needed. He efficiently swapped up the eggs with his remaining troops and flushed themselves through the drain. Splash! Went they into the canal.

The destroyer had by this time replaced his nozzle and had sprayed away their castle. The war had come to an end.

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Thus ends the story of Agronak, the fearless leader. And in case you folks were wondering, I’m sitting with fever here right now and I’m the one who was the last to be infected in 303.

Salvation.

He lied down to sleep. But he just couldn’t. The reality of the situation sunk within him slowly inch by inch and he felt every second of the pain. There was nothing that he could do about it now. The time he had was over. He had wasted it. He had ignored his duty and had fell prey to the luxuries around him and at last, only when the day came to an end did he realize he will have to pay for his irresponsibility.

He tried to close his eyes but their hulking figures punishing him mercilessly came into his mind and it was almost as if he really felt each blow that he thought of. He tried to think of other things to just fall asleep but alas! Reality’s grasp was too much on him. They were going to get him for sure the next day. What hope was there? Absolutely none.

He lay there listening to the pitter patter of the slight drizzle outside. He wished the world to end just then and there so that he wouldn’t have to suffer the cruel humiliation the next day. Death seemed like a better alternative for him. His heart beat was rising and the agitation took away with it all the sleep he had.

He lied listening to the music of the rain outside. But there was no enjoyment in it for him.

He suddenly heard his alarm ringing and the time was a bit into morning already. He had slept off somehow. He jumped up from his bed and for a brief second said, “Oh please God…”.

Then he heard vaguely the maid speaking to someone over the phone. He couldn’t make out what it was, but he hurried downstairs.

“Lucky kid!”, the maid said, “They just called and said that you don’t have classes today as there is a function for your senior students and teachers on short notice. You’ve got a day ahead of you.”, she ended with a wink.

His name was Shareef. He was in 6th standard.

He hadn’t done his math homework.

He stood there for a while at this news, looked up with a smile and went to get the day started.

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In the memory of our school days…

Kick of fate.

He is known to the world at large as Hawk-eye. His aim was to become the best there is at what he did and as such, when the local zone kick boxing championship came about, without even a second thought, he signed up for it.

Hawk-eye was his own master. He had no trainer nor had he any hype. He loved what he did and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had given it his best shot.

The day of the tournament came and he was there. The fixture was fixed and the cheering began. He had to pass through 5 stages of hell to prove himself.

He had no one to cheer him. His own thoughts were his company and he got into the ring, ready to prove what he was worth!

His first three opponents were child’s play for him. First, the Nameless-warrior who had to return to his momma nameless after suffering a crushing defeat at his hands. Second, the Broken-sword, whose bone was broken from his ferocious blows! Third, the Red-dragon, who was bathed in red when Hawk-eye was through with him. And he reached the semi-finals.

Hawk-eye was lost in thought for a while. Whoever there was among the crowd who supported him, he had won them with his fighting prowess. They were not family, they were not friends. They were just amazed at his talent. True, unadulterated talent.

Thoughts were too much of a luxury at that time, for his next opponent was Super-bug! The three time champion! Super-bug was renowned for his single-hand, over-head kick. If you were to give him a fraction of free time and a small distance, that is all that Super-bug needs to launch his death blow. You don’t get up once he gets you with it.

But Hawk-eye was not called so for fun. He had a hawk’s eye.

Charging in went Hawk-eye! Cross jabs, uppercuts, shin blocks, front kicks, push kicks and what not! Hawk-eye went close in never giving Super-bug his space. Blows were landed continuously on both of them. But neither were ready to give up. Failure was not an option for them. One, defending his honor and the other, wanting to prove his worth!

In between exchanging the blows, Hawk-eye saw an opening for his trademark. A chance to deal some serious damage with his favorite move. The lethal round house kick!

He zapped around and his leg went swirling by! But Super-bug dodged. In his missing, his body came close to Super-bug’s knee and wham! His knee rammed into Hawk-eye’s ribs and two of them broke… Writhing in pain Hawk-eye took a few steps back. And that was the opening Super-bug was waiting for! He put his left hand on the ground and raised his body and legs over to deliver the crushing blow. But Hawk-eye is never defeated that easily. He saw the kick coming and he side-stepped it. That round was at an end.

Hawk-eye was grievously injured. But backing down was not an option for him. That is not what he was there for.

Both of them danced the dance for 18 long minutes, each round being of 2 minute duration. And finally in the 10th round, both were exhausted. They were humans after all.

The round started. Hooks and jabs were exchanged. Still Hawk-eye stood with steadfast determination and with a Hawk’s concentration. However Super-bug’s will was weakening.

In between the fight, Super-bug took a split second to look at his coach and unfortunately for him, Hawk-eye saw that tiniest bit of opening. His legs swirled around for the second time and BAM! Right on Super-bug’s head it landed…

He flew from where he stood. He felt as if he was being carried and the world had stopped moving. His floating sensation was cut short with his head crashing into the ring floor…

Super-bug did not get up.

With cracked ribs, Hawk-eye was hoisted the semi final round winner. But there was still one more stage of hell to go through. He prayed not to black-out. He had defeated the champion.

It was time for the final round.

Hawk-eye’s rival, the Fight-master! Both got into the ring. To Hawk-eye’s amazement, he was suddenly aware of the situation. A hawk’s instinct, you could say and he saw that his prey was a bit lost on grasping the danger in front of him.

The bell rang.

Even before Fight-master took a breath, Hawk-eye was upon him. A kick to Fight-master’s left knee threw him off balance and round came Hawk-eye’s legs with the round house! Wham! Fight-master was floored in an instant. It was only 6 seconds after the final had started. The count down was made and suffice to say, Fight-master had his fight taken out of him.

Hawk-eye won the final in 12 seconds. The record till then was a knockout in 17 seconds set by Super-bug.

Hawk-eye proved that he was the best there was. And he waits, looking forward to others who think they can top him. He waits, for a worthy opponent.

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Dedicated to my friend who lives realizing the one thing all of us have taken for granted. Life, is a blessing.

A surprising blood test.

I was new in town and wasn’t accustomed to the way of life there. I was getting along fine. Making friends, talking with strangers and getting to know them and all.

However, one unfortunate day, I got the flu. My body temperature began to rise and I happened to consult a nearby doctor. He prescribed a tablet temporarily and told me to get my blood tested.

Fine. A medical laboratory was within the vicinity and I went there with the doctor’s prescription.

It was a small lab. Entering into it, the reception desk was to the left and there was a settee for the patients to wait on the right. Someone was already sitting there and I shared the seat with him.

I expected a nurse to come out from the room within with a needle and a rubber tube in her hand in order to take my blood. But waiting for about ten minutes, no nurse came. Instead, the door opened and a tall and handsome man came into the waiting area. He was quite tall, dressed in a long black coat just like the ones that were wore by the old British royal families. A graceful scent came flowing from him and everything suddenly seemed much more joyful. It was as if there was nothing more to worry about now that he was there even though he was a complete stranger to me.

He had a warm smile on his face which made me feel comfortable. It was reassuring that everything was fine. With that smile on his face, he slowly came near me, laid his hand on my shoulder and sat beside me. I was really honored that a person like him would take the time to notice me.

“You have come to have your blood tested son?”, he asked with an air of self-importance.

“Umm.. Yes kind sir. I have come for that.”, I replied.

The smile on his face widened and I turned my face to look at the door expecting a nurse to come at any moment now.

At that moment, I was vaguely aware of a slight warmth on my neck. I realized that it was his breath. But why? I asked myself. I dare not turn and cross a man like him. I sat like a statue staring at the door itself.

His breath came nearer and nearer and then all of a sudden, “ARGH!”, I screamed!

He bit my neck!

I jumped up in disgust and stared at him. He was sitting there calmly gargling something in his mouth. I looked at the other person sitting there and he was engrossed in the magazine that he was going through. I did not know what to do.

After rinsing for a while, he took out a test tube from his coat pocket and spat into it. There was half a test tube of blood!

“Please take a seat son. I’ll give you the results in a few moments.”, he said.

I was in a trance. I sat down looking at him. He gave me a sponge and made my hand hold it where he had bitten. He went over to the reception and took a pen and paper.

He took a small sip from the test tube and after a few questioning looks and a bit of gargling, swallowed it. He wrote something down on the paper. He repeated this process until he had emptied the entire test tube.

Finally he folded the paper in which he had jotted down a lot of stuff and handed it over to me. “Here you go son. You’re fine. Just a slight fever. It’ll pass soon. Go and show it to the doctor. See you.”

With that, he went back into the room. I was thunderstruck at the whole ordeal and could not decide what to do. What in the world had just happened? I had no clue. I just had to make myself believe that this was how things worked out over there. I walked out of the lab holding the piece of paper the handsome man had given me free of charge.

Vampires taking courses?

Seems like I still have a lot of catching up to do in this new life of mine.

Etsuko’s picnic. (In the memory of August 6th, 1945)

“Tomorrow we’re going on a picnic!”, thought the 4-year-old Etsuko in excitement hugging her teddy.

Etsuko was the only child of the Shimizu couple. A beautiful child who was the world of her mom and dad. It was almost time for starting her school education. But her mom wanted her near for an year more to give her all her love all the time.

She would wake up in the mornings and be with her mom while watering the garden. She had even planted a sapling which was bearing leaves. Her first experience of a new life coming into existence on God’s Green Earth. But little did she knew how easily one could be taken away as well.

She was aware of her mom and dad discussing something that day. “Grown-up matters”, she thought and she continued playing with her doll house. She was aware that something she couldn’t understand was going on out there. A child’s curiousness took her doubts to her dad who consoled her saying that it was picnic time in their country and everyone was busy going on picnic in huge planes. That was satisfying enough for her and she was thrilled that they were going on one the very next day.

She saw her mom and dad packing. She retired for the day and fell asleep listening to her dad reciting her a poem…

The next day she woke up early only to find that her mom and dad were already up and walking about. She waited for a while hoping that her mom would go to water the garden. But she did not come to her disappointment. So she decided to water the sapling on her own and went out with the watering kettle into the garden.

She heard a few unusual cries from strange birds. She stroke the new leaf gently watering at its root with care. She sat and looked up at the flying planes wondering where she would be going today. She thought of the new and strange place that would greet her and how she would take care of her sapling if she was to go there. She arrived at the conclusion that mom must have already thought about it. Its a thought all of us have. You don’t get to be mom and dad unless you can fix everything.

It was five minutes past eight. They already had breakfast and she noticed a bit of anxiety on both of their faces. Her mom agreed that she had asked their neighbor to take care of the sapling while they were away.

Etsuko went out to bid good bye to her sapling.

It was past eight thirty…

She bent down, sat on her knees, held the newly sprouted leaf and went close to kiss it.

Suddenly she felt a rumble, something like a quake. It was natural to have slight quake now and then and she was not alarmed. But the thundering sound that accompanied the quake made her freeze.

“Etsuko!!!”, she heard her dad shouting.

She looked back at her home. She saw her dad running towards her. Her mom was behind him. She started to stand up to run towards them. Her body rose and her limbs started to move…

But the flash came.

She saw her dad and mom falling down choking and screaming. She tried to shout but found that no voice came. She fell… And the last thing that she saw was the leaf burning away.

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In the memory of all the innocent people who died with dreams just like us on that unfortunate day on which ‘little boy’ was dropped on Hiroshima at 8:45am.

August 6th. Hiroshima day.

Two is one!

Thoufeeq and Hisham were in one room in their hostel. Of course, it was a four-person room, but we need not concern ourselves with the other two people in their room right now.

Their life is such that these two people never wake up at the same time in the morning. Either Thoufeeq or Hisham wakes up earlier than the other. Whoever wakes up goes, brushes, finishes his morning chores and comes back. Then the other one goes through the same process and both of them together have breakast and leave for college happily.

It so happened that one blessed day, by all that is wonderful in this world, these two people woke up together! Well, it is life and you can’t expect things to be always the same. So that is fine. But what happened next, quite isn’t.

They woke up, sat up in their beds rubbing their eyes wondering where they are. After a while both coming to their senses, got up from their beds, stretched their arms giving a yawn and went to the shelf where they keep their tooth brushes in a cup.

Both reached the shelf, extended their hands, reached the cup and you know what happened? Both held the same brush.

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Dedicated to all my friends living at my hostel. Life at MH simply rocks and it is something I’ll proudly look back upon. It is sure to bring a grin on my face.

A west day’s end.(An unfinished story)

Intro: This was written during my first year of college. I wanted to write something and this is what I did. However, the story reached a point where I couldn’t make myself to continue with it. It ended up in me calling two of my friends and having a hearty discussion about it. Are we alive?

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The sun was setting. It seemed to him that with the sunset, the final hopes of joy and life were going to go forever. It was not as if life was always kind to him. But life being kind or not was not his problem.

He walked slowly across the beach, golden in sight as if by Midas’ touch. Not a soul was in sight and he knew it would be so. It was his first time there and probably his last time too. He came there to collect his thoughts. His own thoughts only soothed by the calm voice of the waves.

He walked on. His body seemed a burden to his feet and his mind was an unsolved jigsaw puzzle. He would solve it today or never. Such was his decision.

Time was plenty as the quietness and the red sun seemed to slow down the time to almost a standstill. He at last found the place he was looking for. A stone, a single rock standing upright determined to be there until the end of days and not to be moved by anyone.

He slowly settled down by the side of it. He had brought with him a bottle of wine called the ‘vintage 726’. He had picked it upon his way just to contain himself if anything was to go absolutely out  of control. He had heard enough to know that wine could wash away all the hurt in one’s mind. Of course, he had never tried it out till now. But if he was to, this would’ve been the best place to try it out.

He made himself comfy by the rock’s side. He wanted somehow to start his train of thoughts.

There was no rush. He watched the sun go down inch by inch, plunging the world into a realm of darkness.

Why? He thought. What is the purpose of all these things happening? Was it all a part of a predetermined or already written story? Then what is point in thinking things over? All that happens is bound to happen. So what am I doing?

As usual, a number of questions and zero answers. But he would not give up. He would not leave until he challenged his own very existence. This time, for once, he was determined not to give up.

“People were entitled to their beliefs and opinions. That doesn’t mean I have to be to theirs too, does it? Of course not. There is a purpose, a certain hidden force that drove me to this very spot, for this very purpose. I shall discover that.

If this was predetermined, then how come I can think it is predetermined? Do the characters in the stories of great authors ever think if they are only just creations doing and living according to the author’s whims? No they do not. But I wondered that. I have burdened myself with the doubt whether I am just a character in someone’s story”.

With this thought, he suddenly felt a tingling excitement. “Suppose I am just a character, then anything can happen now!”. Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard a rumbling sound. At first it sounded like some trucks shifting on the beach, but then it started growing louder. The shiver came up through his spine.