The Mysterious Anonymous Boy And His Gun
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One fine morning on a lazy weekend, while browsing through the innumerable books with varied genres in my study room, I somehow chance upon an unread book whose dark, sinister cover and appearance catches up my fancy and eventually I sit down to read it with an insatiable urge to unravel its deep dark secrets. Having been deeply engrossed in its alluring theme and presentation, my concentration is somewhat interrupted by the sudden furore outside my house, which propels me to unlock the door to see what is happening outside. To my utter dismay, I witness a poor, battered boy with tattered clothes, probably in his teens, running away helter-skelter to escape the wrath and fury of the people desperately following him in a bid to nab him.
By the sudden twist and turn of event, the teenage boy enters abruptly into my house seeing the door open and closes it with a loud bang, leaving behind the sea of people who are hell-bent on catching him up red-handed and seemingly eager to put him behind the bar, but all in vain. However, it goes without saying that the present situation in my home is apprehensive, unfavorable, and unpleasant to say the least and delving deep into the psyche of the teenage boy from a layman’s point of view would help a little bit to gauge the situation.
Out of anger, frustration and desperation, he picks out a gun from one of the pockets of his pants and points at me. Shivering with fear, I begin to feel myself standing on the razor’s edge and by the sheer presence of mind, start shouting at the top of my voice only to be rescued fortunately by the timely intervention of the neighbors and other locals, who break open the door and eventually hand over the boy to the police custody. As a noble gesture, I thank them for salvaging the situation and post the horrifying incident, I can hardly concentrate on that enigmatic book- a closer look of what appears to me like letters assuming the form of bullets strewn everywhere all over my room and house.
The traumatic event completely overpowers my senses only to be regained over a period of time by God’s grace. From thereon, I consider the book to be ominous bearing the tag of being ‘unlucky’ and till date I haven’t mustered enough courage to unfold what lies beneath- the book being the precursor to some unforeseen, upcoming, and untoward incidents in my life as per my intuition.