ଠିକଣା
“…ଆସିଛୁ ଯେଉଁଠୁ ତୁ ସଖା
ସେଇ ଠାରେ ଶେଷେ ହେବ ଦେଖା . . . ”
“…ଆସିଛୁ ଯେଉଁଠୁ ତୁ ସଖା
ସେଇ ଠାରେ ଶେଷେ ହେବ ଦେଖା . . . ”
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Jas sighed. Another black car zoomed past his, on the relatively empty motorway. It was already past midnight.
There was a lot going on his mind. He had lost the sense of time. Justifiably, for he was in a race with time itself in his mind.
The solitary moon was slowly hiding behind a dark cloud. He could see the cloud gaining strength. Read More
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I looked away. It didn’t assuage the pain. My feet still felt as sore and my hands numb as ever.
The boat swayed, up and down. I lay there, defunct, lifeless. Hoping I would be found. Praying I would be saved.
The pain from my bruised knees as if took the form of a giant centipede, crawling and creeping its way through to my thigh and torso with its hundred beady legs. Even if I didn’t want to, I shrieked in pain.
Not so far away up above me the yellow moon as if swung gently, the blue sea flashed for a moment.
There was something else clinging to the boat. Read More