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I paced forward with all my strength and ran as fast as I could. But I couldn't have possibly saved my ass, the giant snowball slid down the slope at thrice my speed, engulfing all smaller objects along it's way- including me.
"Aaagh", I screamed and woke up from my sleep, twenty years fast-forward, with my lower body paralyzed and an upper body that was accustomed to stillness.
"Daddy, what does Grandpa dream about every other night, that he gets so scared?", Rishabh, always inquisitive about his mountaineer grandfather, asked my son.
"He doesn't dream, Rishabh. Memories. Those are his memories that haunt him."
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Ya..memories do hunt :( . This tale brought the nepal quake into picture and it's devastation around. Good work :)
ReplyDeleteChilling tale.
ReplyDeleteSadly many have to live with such painful memories...
How awful to keep reliving that in his nightmares! Brilliantly written. Loved your story. ♥
ReplyDeleteHow awful to keep reliving that in his nightmares! Brilliantly written. Loved your story. ♥
ReplyDeleteVery sad
ReplyDeleteBeing engulfed in a gaint snowball is a frighful memory.well written to bring a chill down my spine.
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