The closet that she crossed by was the door that she couldn't have missed to step into the drastic new ways and trends of life. The ways are such that no one really is accustomed even in long run with that way of life. The life where existence ceases to drive any further its meaning. The way where life tinkles and devastate itself with demonising rhymes.
Such is the place where she went with five of her friends who took the adventure to seriously before getting on to the trail. The lushes full of identical ideas of hangover went straight to the demonising vigorous notes that couldn’t be turned up before the loss of senses they just had. Their car soon crossed the territory of no-entry for humans. But had the board been visible to them…had the fog light of their car worked...had they were not in the arms of alcohol, they would have realised they shouldn’t be here. As difficult was it to reach here, likewise was it to escape from here. Not because the life here was tough and alien to anyone from outside but this place was full of darkness that anyone couldn’t even recognise the face of fellow being.
Well now they were in the lap of this formerly non-existential and non-identical place called “horrendous home”. In this group no one was so aesthetic to believe in the non-existence of God. Soon they had to start on the voyage where the thirst would take them. The lonely place was so silent with gushing water could be heard with a bit of attention only.
Ayesha was to step down to fetch water to satisfy her thirst and as also to cool down the heated radiator of car. They forgot to devise a way to dilute the whisky and had to rely on the bottles reserved for radiator cooling in their car. The hurrying wind was only making the whole atmosphere bit more identical to the stories of her boyfriend telling her romantic stories as part of his fictions that he laid for her. But suddenly like the sudden stop of her boyfriend Rahul in the middle of the story, this existence cease to pave way for the tremors of earth. The story was not at all romantic by now. She was getting into the slippery pathway into a well. The well had to satisfy her thirst but while she was getting away on her path to reach the well as part of her placing the foot towards the wrong path, the deep well soon took her away. To her ease she was only looking for water but soon ample of water was available to her that she couldn’t sense how to gulp so much of liquid. She opened her mouth to call for rescue but to no avail.
What options did she have now? Whom could she call as tremors must have affected those staying back in the car? Who would listen to her screams? But before all these things struck her mind, she was followed into the arms of the fire of the well. It was the heat that had made moderate change in the water of the well. Moderate wasn’t moderate enough that her patience could surpass it. She was like as if drowning as well as burning in to the heat of well. All she could do was just fight for an elongated breath. Her hustle with galloping water was getting over-head her short height. She was losing her consciousness. But to her already fast eloping senses, she heard a voice. This voice was the last adventure she could look for in this night. The voice soon appeared to have joined the other voices. But how these voices were so lame? If the voices were to be from her friend’s, she must have identified them. But she could. She was helpless.
A helpless girl; soon the temperature was falling. She voiced from her coughed throat but the congestion could let her voice reach out to the mass outside this well, wondering if a girl’s voice had came from inside.
They looked in for an elongated place where the voice could do wonders by echoing. But the place wasn’t on the turf to be easily located. The people continued the search for the source of the voice. “It was me who heard her and looked out for the well as the sound was similar to that emanating from a well,” said Commander Avinash.
Yes it was he who had joined the rescue team to find a missing girl in the nearby forest area of Gopalpur. It was after the tremors of earthquake that a team of volunteers had joined the rescue team under Commander Avinash.
“I switched on the light in that well which was some 60 feet deep,” he said. After locating her presence in the well, the commander switched off his torch and arranged for suitable lighting to illuminate the well. He dropped a food packet and soon arranged means to pull her out of the well. It has been 12 hours when she slipped in to the well. She was among many who shared the tremors and had suffered with this motion of the earth.
She was pulled out and was received after 12 hours of darkness. She could believe her eyes when the first ray of it touched her eyes. Friends comforted her and the hangover was the thing long gone. They could the feel the first ever earthquake since their birth but the experience had touched them deep inside.
The water couldn’t get down her throat but her touching story touched a many. Yes I exist and surpassed this existence.
Such is the place where she went with five of her friends who took the adventure to seriously before getting on to the trail. The lushes full of identical ideas of hangover went straight to the demonising vigorous notes that couldn’t be turned up before the loss of senses they just had. Their car soon crossed the territory of no-entry for humans. But had the board been visible to them…had the fog light of their car worked...had they were not in the arms of alcohol, they would have realised they shouldn’t be here. As difficult was it to reach here, likewise was it to escape from here. Not because the life here was tough and alien to anyone from outside but this place was full of darkness that anyone couldn’t even recognise the face of fellow being.
Well now they were in the lap of this formerly non-existential and non-identical place called “horrendous home”. In this group no one was so aesthetic to believe in the non-existence of God. Soon they had to start on the voyage where the thirst would take them. The lonely place was so silent with gushing water could be heard with a bit of attention only.
Ayesha was to step down to fetch water to satisfy her thirst and as also to cool down the heated radiator of car. They forgot to devise a way to dilute the whisky and had to rely on the bottles reserved for radiator cooling in their car. The hurrying wind was only making the whole atmosphere bit more identical to the stories of her boyfriend telling her romantic stories as part of his fictions that he laid for her. But suddenly like the sudden stop of her boyfriend Rahul in the middle of the story, this existence cease to pave way for the tremors of earth. The story was not at all romantic by now. She was getting into the slippery pathway into a well. The well had to satisfy her thirst but while she was getting away on her path to reach the well as part of her placing the foot towards the wrong path, the deep well soon took her away. To her ease she was only looking for water but soon ample of water was available to her that she couldn’t sense how to gulp so much of liquid. She opened her mouth to call for rescue but to no avail.
What options did she have now? Whom could she call as tremors must have affected those staying back in the car? Who would listen to her screams? But before all these things struck her mind, she was followed into the arms of the fire of the well. It was the heat that had made moderate change in the water of the well. Moderate wasn’t moderate enough that her patience could surpass it. She was like as if drowning as well as burning in to the heat of well. All she could do was just fight for an elongated breath. Her hustle with galloping water was getting over-head her short height. She was losing her consciousness. But to her already fast eloping senses, she heard a voice. This voice was the last adventure she could look for in this night. The voice soon appeared to have joined the other voices. But how these voices were so lame? If the voices were to be from her friend’s, she must have identified them. But she could. She was helpless.
A helpless girl; soon the temperature was falling. She voiced from her coughed throat but the congestion could let her voice reach out to the mass outside this well, wondering if a girl’s voice had came from inside.
They looked in for an elongated place where the voice could do wonders by echoing. But the place wasn’t on the turf to be easily located. The people continued the search for the source of the voice. “It was me who heard her and looked out for the well as the sound was similar to that emanating from a well,” said Commander Avinash.
Yes it was he who had joined the rescue team to find a missing girl in the nearby forest area of Gopalpur. It was after the tremors of earthquake that a team of volunteers had joined the rescue team under Commander Avinash.
“I switched on the light in that well which was some 60 feet deep,” he said. After locating her presence in the well, the commander switched off his torch and arranged for suitable lighting to illuminate the well. He dropped a food packet and soon arranged means to pull her out of the well. It has been 12 hours when she slipped in to the well. She was among many who shared the tremors and had suffered with this motion of the earth.
She was pulled out and was received after 12 hours of darkness. She could believe her eyes when the first ray of it touched her eyes. Friends comforted her and the hangover was the thing long gone. They could the feel the first ever earthquake since their birth but the experience had touched them deep inside.
The water couldn’t get down her throat but her touching story touched a many. Yes I exist and surpassed this existence.
