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Dinakar Reddy

Abstract Horror Thriller


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Dinakar Reddy

Abstract Horror Thriller


The Guy In The Black T-Shirt

The Guy In The Black T-Shirt

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Watching the Sea from the rooftop and reading some thriller book is became my habit in the new city. 


Vizag gives you more memories like tides. You have to take them rather than counting.


Every evening when I take the novel and goes to upstairs I observe a guy in the black T-Shirt. I never saw his face as he sits facing his back towards our building.


He sits on the top of the building under which a tanker is placed for that apartment. Their building is on the other side of a small road and a bit left.


I never had a chance to see his face. All I can see his biceps when he stretches and his thick hair. As his face is not visible I have started imaging him as the Indian version of Henry Cavil.


One day I have asked my roommate to see him. She saw the sea and said come on if you like him go and talk. Just wave at him.


How can I signal him? Whenever I am watching he is sitting there but not turning this side. 


I know him. If you want.


Really? There is excitement in my voice that interrupted her statement.


She is waving at a guy in a red T-Shirt who is walking. He appeared on the building which is also on the other side of the road but right to our view.


Sudha, I am talking about the guy in Black T-Shirt. Here. See. I dragged her hand to show him on the building.


To my surprise, he is not there. Where? She blinked. 


He must be there. I think he went down. I will show you tomorrow. 


The next day he was not there. For one week I have waited desperately to see him. But he is not coming upside. 


Is he sick? Or he went on a trip? 


Obe day Sudha took me to the rooftop. I have expressed my dejection because the guy in the black T-Shirt is not coming upside.


Mahima, don't make jokes. I have enquired the neighbours and the penthouse is empty and no guy is sitting on the top of the building. Sudha went down to attend the phone call.


I don't know. He used to be there. Every evening. I still remember the sun rays falling on his hair. He combs his thick hair with his fingers and caresses them.


When I turned to the side the book kept on the wall fallen in front of our room.


I have seen from the top the title appeared in a different colour with more brightness.


" The Guy in the Black T-Shirt"


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