Tale......

Sunday, 26th of October 2008

Lying with my face buried in my pillow draining out the sound of the rustling wind and the rain beads smashing against my window. I silently fell unconsciously through the chaotic surrounding and malicious atmosphere. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My hair in a bunch crumpled by my sleep. Woke up in the worst mood ever. Then I realized that the stench of death was surrounding me. All that was racing through my mind was my family, had I slept through their deaths? Did I slay them myself unconsciously? My fingernails were jagged thinking I may scratched them to death. I laughed sarcastically at myself at my crazy thoughts thinking that how could my family, healthy while up and going be gone in these hours of my unconsciousness. The only problem was the stench never really escaped my sense of smell. Must have been the butcher or someone, but my mind was racing. I rushed downstairs on to find that my father was at his usual spot taking breakfast with the papers in his hand, my mother cooking the same old morning pancakes by the stove. My older brother by the table, wolfing down mouthful of pancakes and washing them in with cups of milk. Everything seemed alright. How wrong I was indeed......

A story that I will be starting, typing the contents inside my blog? How does that sound? Fair enough? By the way, Happy Deepavali!