Bombay Rains

Day 502, Who would have thought we’d get here? A long time ago; I hadn’t. I was just a young, idealistic, foolish young thing. This number had aged me in years and not days. Every day’s struggle had started to show in every line and crevice of my skin. The gradual wearing out process of age had accelerated and here I stood; far older than my meek 35 years. Struggle is an intrinsic part of life is what they say. Without struggle, nothing can be achieved in our billion-strong nation. Not just struggle but the daily act of putting on clothes, getting dressed and walking out to face an uninspiring, redundant existence. We were taught to be the ultimate sacrificial lamb. To do all we had to for our nation, our ‘cause’. When I first entered my consciousness, I was fired up to do all I could. Everything to save the world, save my nation, save the forests, save the wild boar; save anything and everything. I wanted to validate my presence on this planet, do some good and leave happy. A...

She woke up. A cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. That dream was a little too real. She had almost… No. She couldn’t entertain thoughts of this kind. It was wrong wasn’t it? Was it? It didn’t start out like this. It started out as an innocent friendship. It always does. And in this day and age, why would you think it is anything out of the normal?                                                                                            * Sam is a normal, regular teen. Sam isn’t one of those shallow, harebrained youth you see nowadays. Sam was the first one to walk up to her and say hi. Sam thinks she is very pretty. Sam loves playing with her hair. Sam thinks her unruly hair is absolutely beautiful. She wants to hug Sam every time Sam says that. Sam ...