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Nandini Prasad

Tragedy Others


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Nandini Prasad

Tragedy Others


Written In The Stars

Written In The Stars

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Unlike most of us, he was never scared of dark nights when the sky would fill our doormats and windowsills with its tears. Perhaps, the reason behind this strange attachment towards heavy rainy nights started long ago, in the little house near the church, when and where he was born but read carefully when I say this, it was a house and not a home.

Let's save ourselves from a little more grief, let's not know why this house could never be a home, let's just let go of the myth that every question in this world carries an answer, because trust me, most of the time it does not.

So many years passed and it was a stormy night once more, and he turned 12 years old but in a place far away from the church. Let's not know why he had to leave his mother, why he ended up where he was today, let's just say that it was all written in the stars.

He was all drenched, stopped by the nearest bakery, and quickly went inside, "Hey! Can I please get a loaf of bread? My gran must be really worried so please be super quick"

A quaint lady with big brown eyes smiled and said, "here, take it you little brave boy, it's a scary night for you to be running errands".

He said, " It's not scary, I love this weather". She gave a weak smile and whispered while giving back the change, "It gets even more scary, every single time".

He went home and hugged his gran, went off to sleep while she looked at a photograph, and said to herself, "Again this weather it's here, but where are you, where am I supposed to find you hon". Just like the sky, she too started to cry, and do I need to tell you who the lady in the photograph was? I guess I don't, or maybe I could tell you that she had big brown eyes.



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