The postman came with a letter. Ten years had been passed in
a wait and when I gave up every hope, it came like a savior. I’d never expected
that my only son, Rohan would change to become a stranger for his own dad who
loved him more than himself. I ran towards the gate though my feet refused,
almost wilted. As I opened to read it, a strange fear enveloped me. It wasn’t
from Rohan but from my wife, Simran, whom I had murdered exactly ten years back
from today. Her innocent wrinkled face appeared before me. I gasped.
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Woooahhhhh! No wonder his son became a stranger to him!
ReplyDeleteGhostly. Wonder what was in the letter :D
ReplyDeleteMaybe a letter that took 10 years to reach
ReplyDeleteThis is so intriguing! Imagining things that can happen next...
ReplyDeleteoohh!! Spooky! A letter from the dead!
ReplyDeleteoohh!! Spooky! A letter from the dead!
ReplyDeletehello Simran! it's always nice to visit you. Glad to see you are still writing! this is an intriguing write. I want to read more! Hope you are well!
ReplyDeleteIt produces strange feel! Nice attempt
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