Kishan Pratap Singh

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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Kishan Pratap Singh

Abstract Drama Tragedy

Superstar

Superstar

3 mins
216


It was a monotonous day during the lockdown. No matter how hard I try to remember the date I can never get it. Sometimes the date doesn't matter but the day becomes unforgettable, so it happened. I was busy browsing on the internet, reading futile questions on quora, or scrolling down Facebook. "Saksham" my mom yelled from the kitchen. She has been irritating these days. She had too much to do, I understand her but at times I get annoyed with her. My phone peeped. A message from my friend 'call kar, my phone is not recharged'. 'Wait' I typed. "Saksham" last shout before I am dead. "Haan. What happened" I said still pacing towards the kitchen. "Make some tea for your grandmother I am busy with the breakfast" mom ordered moving ghee spoon over parathas. I took the tea pan and started making tea. I thought about what my friend had to talk about. Maybe an update from school or some group gaming. I prepared the tea quickly and moved to the drawing-room. My grandmother was sitting in an armchair watching Ramayana on TV. "Dadi," I said keeping tea on the table near her. She smiled the way she always did. "Has it started now?" Did I ask about the TV show? "Hmm," she said busy with the show. In about some five minutes advertisements started. "Yesterday I talked to one of my very old friends from the place where I and your dada lived," she said calmly like narrating a story. I keenly listened to her. "My friend told me a lot of things had changed there. Our house has been completely changed, it has been reconstructed. She told me about Gulshan. He was an adorable boy. Really joyful.…He is a big star now. He worked in that Dhoni film". "Sushant Sing Rajput you mean!" I was amazed. "Yes, yes Sushant," she said. I felt rejoiced. I forced my grandmother to tell more things about the actor. She recounted small incidents like playing with him, how cute a boy he was, and how everyone just loved him. He was destined to be a superstar. I felt blissful. I love the thought of meeting him one day and telling him that we had played with the same grandmother. How amazing it would be to tell everyone that I am connected to a superstar. I love Sushant. Between these thoughts, I remembered my friend's phone call. I hurriedly dialed the phone and told him about my famous relations. In return, he gave me bad news about online classes.


In the days the idea of Sushant has always been in my mind. How happy he would be to know about my grandmother. I watched his all movies again, followed him on social media, and boasted about it to all my friends. 

But on an unfortunate day, when I was attending an online class, my friend called me. "Sushant is dead". It created a void in my heart, my fingers got cold and my eyes were filled with tears.

I know one day I would meet him in the heavens and tell him all I wanted. Till then I would always love him.


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