“Still he is unconscious, we must wake him and tell him before it's late” worried the bear “Wait don't you know he doesn't like to be disturbed? Do you really want to face his rage?” warned the silhouette. “But the situation is out of control as per your description, I fear delaying might trigger his rage to its core” feared the bear.
“Because it was you who said ‘Pain alone cures Pain’ my lord”.
Isolation is the worst thing to happen to anyone after they have been neglected by their loved ones. Twenty-four hours isolated travel was a very long time to squeeze the essence out of my brain and my heart. All the way along I had the memories that I spent with Durga and professor. I was also in a dilemma on how can they be so mean and selfish to send me away once my work is done there. I loved them both with a true heart, didn't they reciprocate with true heart earlier? Or was I been so stupid to see their real face?
He now works for his new master “Aashu”. Something struck me, I heard the same name spelled out by Smithii. “Who is this Aashu? Is he any local leader or some great man who has the influence to change the chores that were undertaken by us? Is it because of his pressure Durga and professor are being busy?”
“Anger has clouded your senses and now you will pay for' it” saying this she saw towards me. “Now there is a new fate which God has written a very long back, who will take the life which the Lord gave you”
I woke up encountering the most calmest face I have ever seen. It was her, Vishakha. Sitting near me she was mixing something in a cup of water. It was like a stone. She enquired me whether I have any injuries and tome me to lift myself. While I was getting up she assaulted me … Continue reading 10. The Veiled Vishakha
It became dark very soon. We were soothed by the fire started by Mahatapase. She was still unconscious, even after a tiresome roll down, even after trenched in the stream, still unconscious yet alive. "Who is she? why did she come to the rail track? Why is she still unconscious?" Many questions like this kept my mind busy, blinding me to witness what would happen next. She was unusually beautiful. It was as if I'm been mesmerised by her beauty. The only question that continuously ran in my mind was "who she is ?"