AWAITING THE DAWN 🌓 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💻

 

GAUTWORLD

I distinctly remember that summer two years ago when Rajesh and I made plans to visit our uncle, who owns a house in the countryside. It was going to be a surprise visit, and we had decided to travel by train. Rajesh was my cousin's brother and the elder son of my mother’s elder sister; thus, he was a year older than me.

Shankar Sepal, our uncle, had retreated to the country house after the death of our aunt, who had retired as a “Senior Editor” of our town’s local newspaper. It had been five years since he had left for the country, and our visit, in a way, was to be the first one for him.

That summer two years back had been very hot and humid, and on one such hot summer afternoon, the two of us packed our rucksacks and departed to visit our uncle. In our minds, we were delighted to escape the city's heat for the cool hills and to the huge house where our uncle lived.

However, today, when I reminisce about that summer day two years ago, I find a few questions in my mind that remain unanswered.

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APPEARANCES 👹 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

 

GAUTWORLD

Suddenly, the taxi halted with a strong brake that woke the passenger out of his sleep, and for a second he looked around him a bit confused about where he was and then, realising he was in a taxi, he looked at Ram Dada and asked, ''Driver, what happened? Where are we? What's happening?'

Ram Dada ignored the passenger’s query and took it as a sign from him. Ramesh quickly turned around, and facing the passenger, he said in a threatening voice, ''Okay, no funny business, hand over all your goods, and mind you, no tricks,'' and pointed a sharply pointed knife towards the passenger.

The passenger raised his hands and uttered in a dreadful tone, "Please, don't hurt me."

Ram Dada turned around and hit the passenger on his head with a fist and said, ''Then do as you're told, if you don’t want to get hurt, and hurry up, else it will be very bad for you!''

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AAMUR🏠 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐅

 

GAUTWORLD

Milan felt as if someone was being tortured to death. Then there were thrashing noises as the dogs came out of the woods heading for the village.

Someone fired a lighted arrow towards the noise. It struck a small bush, setting it on fire, and Milan felt as if someone had just squeezed his heart.

As far as he could see, there were dogs and more dogs, hundreds of them! Snarling and howling, heading for the village, as he stared in horror, he saw three huge dogs pounce on a smaller one, biting and tearing it to pieces, turning it to shreds in front of his unbelieving eyes.

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TRAVELLING BROAD GAUCHE 👤 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐅

 

GAUTWORLD

The shunting of the engine woke up Muthu from his deep slumber. He peered cautiously out of the coal wagon at his surroundings.

The Freight Train stood at the siding yards of Karnal Junction and somewhere on the Gwalior-Ranchi line. The engine was being replaced for the onward journey. It was early morning; dawn had arrived two hours ago, and the early morning chill was in the air, with mist hanging in the yard. Birds called out to one another from the nearby trees.

“The next stop would be Habra!” Muthu thought.

Years of travelling on the Freight Trains had turned Murtha into an expert on the stops where the trains halt. Muthu was from Karnataka, but it made little difference to the North Indians, for them, he was just another Madrasi. Muthu was an Indian tramp, a wandering beggar who travelled from place to place on the Indian Railway. They foraged and begged for food and clothing, and sometimes, if circumstances were harsh, they stole a little. There were thousands like Muthu, carefree and happy-go-lucky wanderers all over India, and the only thing these wanderers hated was working. They never liked to work for a living, but they were the lucky ones, as many people pity them and afford them food and sometimes old clothes. These tramps feared the railway police and ticket-checkers, for if the tramps were caught by these two, then they were in deep trouble as they would be locked up for some time, or worse, made to work in the Railway yards until they escaped or were let off with a few good slaps and a warning.

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Muthu, the wanderer, the tramp, reached his destination at last. But the question was. What was Muthu's destination?

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THE MILK MAN🍼 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐅

 

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GAUTWORLD

Seven am in the morning, and Raja pedalled his cycle out of his house, on his way to the Milk-Booth. Raja was a twenty-year-old milk deliveryman, a school dropout who was trying to supplement his income by delivering milk bags. He was all alone in this world, with no parents, no relatives. No friends and with no one to turn to. He lived all alone, all by himself.

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THE LETTER 📨 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✒️

 

GAUTWORLD

He received the letter while dreaming about his new project. The letter had fallen out of the bundle as he sorted out his weekly mail, and all this time it had been hiding between the mobile and the transfer letter bill. He picked up the letter from the carpet floor, and his breath froze, recognising the handwriting on the envelope. It was a slanted handwriting with every word pressed into the paper. He hesitated, deciding what to do, for he dreaded opening the letter, as he was sure in his heart about its content. It was time to go back! Time to keep his promise! 

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What kind of letter did an ex-gangster receive, and what promise did he make, and to whom?

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THE INSANE MIND 🎭 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💾

GAUTWORLD

Arvind Shivpuri breathed out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air; he hated the life he was living. In the last six months, his life had turned into a nightmare, and he had started hating everything: his life, his work and his ex-wife Reema. The hard, cold bitch! Who left him for another man?

“I hate you, Reema

” Arvind screamed.

“Why do you hate her?” A voice came, and it echoed around the living room.

Arvind didn't reply but sat there with a mask of hate on his face, his body drenched in sweat, and his hands shaking as waves of anger hit him.

“Tell me, Arvind, why do you hate Reema?” the voice came again.

Arvind slowly shifts his gaze, his eyes falling on the gun that was lying on the coffee table.

“So why do you hate her?” the gun said.

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Arvind Shivpuri, was there something wrong with him, or was something terribly wrong with him? 

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