Four days back I died in a train accident.
I was crossing the train tracks.
How wonderful dreams are.
A guy shouts at me.
Train penetrates my shadow.
Five days back:
We cannot select you. You are not up to the mark.
Present:
Boy from Mumbai dies in train accident.
If only.
I wouldn’t have died a coward’s death.
Spooky!It's the boy's ghost who's writing this eh?
ReplyDeleteEven spookier..
this is chilling. your words feel like a hollow echo...
ReplyDeletescary...but well written :)
ReplyDeleteThe dark tones of your writing are back :)
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written :D
Keep writing buddy :)
Cheers!!