People around her thought she was just another normal girl, returning from office. So did the ticket collector. So did the helper hanging half way out of the blue-yellow bus- rushing through crowded streets of an evening bright Kolkata. But she had voices chanting in her mind-" Count your breathing, steady girl, you are almost there. Boarding off the bus-at the heart of the city- she panicked. "How will I cross this road?! My legs are heavy and numb right now, I cant hardly breathe- will I die now? " She looked left and right and took a few steps forward. The evening crowd- carried her away to the other side of the whistling thoroughfare. by then- things were getting out of hand. Gasping for breathe, failing to call for help, she dropped on the pavement- overtaken by a painful seizure. The chanting in her mind had grown louder than ever- "You can't give up, you can't die- your parents are waiting for you at home. You got unfinished tasks at hand. You can't give up- you are too young!" And the world drew dark and some one from a distance seemed to answered, "Didi, are you alright?"
~Recalling How it all began~
~Recalling How it all began~
2 comments:
Intriguing..is there another part to this?
Agree with Lazy. The end seemed like another beginning...a story unfinished...deserves a sequel :)
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