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An age old page: The long way home.



I came across this document that I had written some 4 years ago, and had forgotten all about. Turns out it was the first page of a book I had started to write. 



As I gazed up into the inky backdrop afire with passionate blinks, small specks of light dancing salsa, I realised that I really had come a long way from that small boy who had sat upon the porch of my home and wept bitterly on that fateful night.

That 11 year old kid had been me.

Now seven years later, that is the only scene of my life that plays itself repeatedly in a vibrant loop, dazzling, mystifying, teasing, as my remaining vitality ebbs out of me. .



Do you ever wish that you could relive just one day of your life? That you could amend all that is and was wrong with it, if you were just given the chance to take a different road that day, way down your life’s highway? That maybe you would not have arrived at this quagmire, if you could plead, beg, weep, or even threaten, to give yourself a second chance, to pull that knob, press that lever? To correct that anomaly, or make that one small change in the pattern of your life’s fabric, that would have maybe made the difference? Would it still have had to end this way?



Because I do.



My parents had been murdered that day.

I, now a small orphan, a child who was never even allowed to light a match lest he scald his finger, was forced to burn the funeral pyres of both the remaining people who had actually cared. An untruth, a rip in the fabric of space and time, a twister of emotions is how I had described it to myself, hugging myself tight; hoping against hope herself, that the wolves inside my mind would skulk away. . .       
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Now I have no idea where I was taking the story after this, but the next page had two paragraphs, and none of them made any sense. :P

After reading this, would you want to read page 2?

Comments

  1. Unknown14 June 2013 at 15:28

    It is too little to tell whether I'd want to read more about it, but I liked your style of writing.

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  2. Aditya Vikram Singh14 June 2013 at 15:30

    That's what I thought too. Actually the second page had weird references to galactic battles and the kargil war, as if I couldn't decide between the two. :P
    I'll write more and put it up here. :)

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    1. Unknown15 June 2013 at 00:50

      By the way, I've added you in my reading list but fir bhi notify me when you post the continued part. :)

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  3. Aditya Vikram Singh15 June 2013 at 00:51

    Done deal. :)

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  4. Unknown15 June 2013 at 03:43

    Yes, I definitely would. Your writing is intriguing and thoughtful at the same time.
    PS: Take care to avoid sentence structuring and grammatical errors. I found a few during a casual read. Thought should convey it to you, mate. All the best :)

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    1. Aditya Vikram Singh16 June 2013 at 16:54

      That's great. :)
      And yeah, I know about some of the structuring errors, but then I let them stay in. It was an example of how I wrote when I was 15, and, you know, it's good for comparison and memory's sake. :P

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    2. Unknown16 June 2013 at 17:30

      Haha. Then, they all are yours to keep!

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  5. sriram IITian18 June 2013 at 06:29

    i would <3 2 :)

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    1. Aditya Vikram Singh18 June 2013 at 08:38

      Aise hi khush karta rehta hai. ;)
      I'll write it soon.

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