The last pack of biscuits lay there on the bare shelf of the kitchen and Asif had looked at it innumerable times, even held it only to place it back.
It had been over a fortnight that he was stranded in this shack with nothing but snow around for miles.
Asif the adventurer that he was had decided to trek to this remote place cut off from civilization even in the best of days.
This unprecedented unforseen snow storm had him caught off guard too and lucky he was to have found this shack with a few provisions.
There were a box of biscuits for dogs and after a week when the meagre rations ran off he made do with those even.
Now for the past 2 days he had nothing to eat and that last pack was still there but with no idea how long will it be before he could be rescued Asif was unable to decide whether to open that pack or not.
He was famished and too weak also his judgement was now wavering but hope was keeping him afloat.
He had already sent smoke signals and placed bright cloth flags outside, with a hope of being rescued.
This pack of dog biscuits had never seemed so coveted as it was now to Asif.
Ultimately thinking of either biscuits or death he reached and opened the pack.
The last biscuit was not even taken out of the pack when he fell down crying as he heard a man's voice Aha! here you are buddy.
© Anuj Jain
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