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The Panchaanng.
#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!.....but she can't turn back the clock now.The pain comes in waves.....barely does one wave of pain subsides than a fresh one hits her.
"Anaira,Anaira...get up u are already late by half an hour"and with a sudden jerk she was up in her bed sweating profusely.She had a devoted set of friends and colleagues who took care of everything for her and vice-versa.Naina,greets her with a hug and it is impossible not to catch her signature perfume which she is so fond of."Anaira..please be on time today in office I can no longer hang on the boss with excuses..I am left with no more excuses..."and she flungs the door.But I can't help myself and so I repeat it even though I am aware that I am beginning to sound like a broken record.The bang of the door takes her back to those wide and frightened eyes and without wasting a single moment there she was searching out for the panchaanng.She was a great chef,a painter,a leader,a writer and .. ...and a great panchaanng reader.Yes,but she never knew how this great quality got into her nerves....The mobile wouldn't stop ringing.She had no energy to get up and take the call."Heeellllloooo..."she stammered before every word that she spoke in her soft and endearing voice.
"The time has come dear that you should now know everything...just come back ..."The last statement from her Nani sent a chill down her spine.
She noticed the first rays of the sun peeking into the living room,pushing away the darkness just like a child pushes away an unwanted bedcover.All the lessons She had learned from her varied experiences have now come together like pieces of jigsaw puzzle to show her the way out of those ......of those .....those frightened eyes.... ??With so many questions popping in my mind she just want to be in long discussion with her Nani.Einstein said that "Imagination is more important than knowledge. So the mind has a magnetic power to attract what u deserve...yes it has.The phone rings but this time in no mood to pick the call,her eyes catch a glimpse of the timings...it's 7.30."I must hurry up", so that I could catch the bus to Shimla,Just can't wait to meet my nani.There was a magnetic attraction between me and the hills.WONDER WHAT THE MAGIC WAS.
There I was at the bus station.Still there were 2 seats empty in the bus and the conductor was trying its best to have two more passengers before leaving.And there he got them.A lady with her small baby just entered to see if there were any seats left and had a huge sigh of relief after seeing the vacancy.Great now we can leave.Within no time I was in the arms of deep sleep.With a sudden jerk my head got a bump over the seat.The bus stopped.I just pepped through the window.It was the famous "Murthal dhaba".So it was lunch time.I could not wait anymore to meet my Nani and wished just time could fly and I could be in her arms.It was 7.00p.m.and now I could explore the hills of Shimla.The bus moved swiftly through the curves and angles of hills.I started breathing serenity. These are the moments when your conscience wants to open up and talk to you.....free of all the boundaries created by the world. The breeze was rushing making the dry leaves dance and make creepy,crackling sounds.And the dim lighting in the hills always won my heart.For a moment I felt I was...
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!.....but she can't turn back the clock now.The pain comes in waves.....barely does one wave of pain subsides than a fresh one hits her.
"Anaira,Anaira...get up u are already late by half an hour"and with a sudden jerk she was up in her bed sweating profusely.She had a devoted set of friends and colleagues who took care of everything for her and vice-versa.Naina,greets her with a hug and it is impossible not to catch her signature perfume which she is so fond of."Anaira..please be on time today in office I can no longer hang on the boss with excuses..I am left with no more excuses..."and she flungs the door.But I can't help myself and so I repeat it even though I am aware that I am beginning to sound like a broken record.The bang of the door takes her back to those wide and frightened eyes and without wasting a single moment there she was searching out for the panchaanng.She was a great chef,a painter,a leader,a writer and .. ...and a great panchaanng reader.Yes,but she never knew how this great quality got into her nerves....The mobile wouldn't stop ringing.She had no energy to get up and take the call."Heeellllloooo..."she stammered before every word that she spoke in her soft and endearing voice.
"The time has come dear that you should now know everything...just come back ..."The last statement from her Nani sent a chill down her spine.
She noticed the first rays of the sun peeking into the living room,pushing away the darkness just like a child pushes away an unwanted bedcover.All the lessons She had learned from her varied experiences have now come together like pieces of jigsaw puzzle to show her the way out of those ......of those .....those frightened eyes.... ??With so many questions popping in my mind she just want to be in long discussion with her Nani.Einstein said that "Imagination is more important than knowledge. So the mind has a magnetic power to attract what u deserve...yes it has.The phone rings but this time in no mood to pick the call,her eyes catch a glimpse of the timings...it's 7.30."I must hurry up", so that I could catch the bus to Shimla,Just can't wait to meet my nani.There was a magnetic attraction between me and the hills.WONDER WHAT THE MAGIC WAS.
There I was at the bus station.Still there were 2 seats empty in the bus and the conductor was trying its best to have two more passengers before leaving.And there he got them.A lady with her small baby just entered to see if there were any seats left and had a huge sigh of relief after seeing the vacancy.Great now we can leave.Within no time I was in the arms of deep sleep.With a sudden jerk my head got a bump over the seat.The bus stopped.I just pepped through the window.It was the famous "Murthal dhaba".So it was lunch time.I could not wait anymore to meet my Nani and wished just time could fly and I could be in her arms.It was 7.00p.m.and now I could explore the hills of Shimla.The bus moved swiftly through the curves and angles of hills.I started breathing serenity. These are the moments when your conscience wants to open up and talk to you.....free of all the boundaries created by the world. The breeze was rushing making the dry leaves dance and make creepy,crackling sounds.And the dim lighting in the hills always won my heart.For a moment I felt I was...
