Sunaina.
Sunaina lived with her mummy and Totto, her doberman dog.
She had a big but simple house with an aangan . Sunaina had put up a cot (a four legged wooden bed tied with strong jute strings attached to each other) in her aangan. Stargazing was her favorite activity in the free time she got post-dinner. She worked in a local soap manufacturing company, earning sufficiently to run the house.
Like any other day, Sunaina made tea for herself and mummy as she returned from work. Sunaina and her mummy made sure they do not miss their everyday chai-time gupp-shupp (gossips and chats). Totto too sat with them everyday, as if he listened and understood all they talked about.
Sunaina freshened up thinking about what she could cook for dinner.
It was past 7.30 p.m. when she walked out to the aangan to switch on its lights. As she walked through the verandah connecting the aangan, she couldnt believe her eyes but re-look to check what she just saw.
It was Ajoba (grandfather) sitting on the cot in the aangan. He was writing something in his diary. Sunaina called him out "Ajoba", to which he paid no heed .He continued writing. Sunaina called him once again, to no response.
She wondered how could Ajoba see and write something in this darkness?
That is when she saw light emerging from his diary. Sunaina's heartbeats paced up as she gazed in horror and tears . She called mummy aloud to check if what she saw was real.
It's been 2 and a half years since Sunaina's Ajoba passed away.
She had a big but simple house with an aangan . Sunaina had put up a cot (a four legged wooden bed tied with strong jute strings attached to each other) in her aangan. Stargazing was her favorite activity in the free time she got post-dinner. She worked in a local soap manufacturing company, earning sufficiently to run the house.
Like any other day, Sunaina made tea for herself and mummy as she returned from work. Sunaina and her mummy made sure they do not miss their everyday chai-time gupp-shupp (gossips and chats). Totto too sat with them everyday, as if he listened and understood all they talked about.
Sunaina freshened up thinking about what she could cook for dinner.
It was past 7.30 p.m. when she walked out to the aangan to switch on its lights. As she walked through the verandah connecting the aangan, she couldnt believe her eyes but re-look to check what she just saw.
It was Ajoba (grandfather) sitting on the cot in the aangan. He was writing something in his diary. Sunaina called him out "Ajoba", to which he paid no heed .He continued writing. Sunaina called him once again, to no response.
She wondered how could Ajoba see and write something in this darkness?
That is when she saw light emerging from his diary. Sunaina's heartbeats paced up as she gazed in horror and tears . She called mummy aloud to check if what she saw was real.
It's been 2 and a half years since Sunaina's Ajoba passed away.
Woah! You're now becoming a storyteller! Vivid description, well written short horror story!
ReplyDeleteHaha! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI am trying! :p