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Krishna Kaustubh Mishra

Children Stories Drama Tragedy

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Krishna Kaustubh Mishra

Children Stories Drama Tragedy

Fouling Fantasy

Fouling Fantasy

3 mins
415


Bhonu was on the holiday trip to Disneyland with his friends, the bunch of chocolates, berries, sweets, and a lot more delicious things were there to eat. One amusement ride to another swing ride but they didn’t feel monotony with varieties of thrills. They were grinning and their smiling chirping faces were making surrounding tranquilised. Bhonu and his bosom buddy ‘Mintu’ went inside bluish Pool for swimming but none of them was good natator but they had lots of guts in their butts to tackle any situation. Mintu started taking lead and reached almost to a submerged position but he didn’t stop. Bhonu was frightened of water because he never liked it before except drinking. He was a kind-hearted guy whose beliefs are conserved, even he could never think of wasting metric tonnes of water by peeing inside the pool. He shrieked:


‘Please don’t go deeper, You don’t know to swim properly’

Mintu: You are a coward, I know better to swim and I will Cross the 6 Feet depth because I am not a kid anymore.

I am not a coward said Bhonu and A sharp jump to deep inside the pool.


Ohhhh… It seems interminable deepness he alleged. He felt suffocated because of lack of oxygen, everything was turning blur. The chest was beating like a hammer on cast iron and He could count every bump inside in him. Every second was like a count of years. Dizziness overtook him he became unconscious. He was floating like a body with no soul. Straight away he visualized millions of luminous stars are coming nearer to him, they started amalgamating together to form a picture of his mother.


An enthralling magnetism was pulling him nearer to her, He couldn’t resist him to take his head down on his mother’s lap. His mother started caressing him. He felt no pain.

A tight Slap on his face.

Awwwwww


It was his drunken father’s face; red eyes were making his face enormously filthier. 

You didn’t tell me you have failed to bring my liquors. I need it right now screamed father.

It was a dream; I don’t have my mother he thought unaware of his father’s rootless talks. He still wanted to go in his dream once again but It seemed impossible because of his thirsty father.


The next slap was so hard that he couldn’t resist himself from falling apart.

He started missing his mother more when he realised the reality. He took his school bag and wallet of his father and started running barefoot towards the town, and the angry father followed him up to few steps but he didn’t take much interest in his wallet and returned by molesting him.


Bhonu was running towards the sunset, as the sun was whirling gloomy, the face of his mother was turning into stars.


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