My Novel

 The Very Beginning

“Hey, ain't you coming today? asked one of his friend, who was as westernised as a scenario would be . 

“Not today , I am busy bro, and I told you I've a secret meeting” he replied him hastily, he ran through that very old colony street , those familiar glimpses , those walls , those buildings . They gazed at him like a mother looks at her young boy , belittling him.

Up was the sun , rays scorching across the body as if it were not mere hot breezes but my own feelings drying me up , sucking me out like a bloody moth .

After passing through the street, he reached to the ending of street, searching for auto rotating his neck from east to west.

After a good time lap, he happened to see an auto coming from east side, he waved his hand to indicate driver for a ride.

Driver was polite enough to stop auto otherwise in this crowded world, who stops for one single person!?. 

He asked auto driver for a ride to his work station, they bargained the price, little over the time, driver was very sincere man, wearing a Kurta-Pajama, traditional dress in India for a community.

He took the ride to office but meanwhile message popped up in mobile.

He took out mobile, unlocked the mobile, opened Whatsapp, and saw the message.

“Bhai, remember the day!? Tell me if you are coming or not.” sent by Sunil.

Locked the phone, pushed in pocket back, with a killing smile on face, not answering message.

It passed only 5 minutes and another message.

Well, intended not to answer messages from anyone.

After 20 minutes of riding, he paid the driver and headed to the office but before entering office, he went to buy a cigarette.

Shopkeeper handed a cigarette, Gold Flake, he lit with lighter, sucked the whole toxic air of deadass cigarette like a pro beside the shop.

He started waiting there looking for something.

Suddenly a girl college dressed popped up from street, giggling like Hollywood actress, reborn the lost love of decades again, walking like peacock.

Dance of angels, starting of rain, drops started falling down, weather got changed, and it was the time, uh, no, she was the one.

Suddenly girl came near and she patted on his shoulder, saying,” Hello, where's my money, man!?”

“I have no idea, but you are the one..” he was to complete the line and next moment, the tight slap on his face was delivered.

“Where's my money, moron!?” Asked the shopkeeper, rolling his eyes, advising not to get stuck in reverie.

He looked at the man, shocked for a moment, stammered to deliver the apologies.

Everyone around was confused of what had happened.

Done with the scene, he headed back to office, confused with the scenario, but had a gift in the brain popped up.