WHEN STRANGERS MEET.. (Sample Chapter)
As promised on my facebook page, I am sharing the opening chapter from my debut novel WHEN STRANGERS MEET..
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Prologue
May
21 2011
Somewhere
in Southern India
03:15
AM
Everyone
in the coupe was fast asleep, some men were dreaming lustily about the bodily
amusing middle-aged woman from the next coupe while others were simply asleep.
All lights were down inside the compartment, the only source of illumination
was the passing track lights outside. The bulky man sitting on the side berth
rose from his throne and slowly walked towards the washbasin located at the
rear end of the compartment. He pressed the lid of the tap upwards. A stream of
water poured down onto his hands and rest of them hit the metallic sink. With
his right hand, he gathered few ounces of water and splashed it on his dried up
face. He repeated this four times more until he felt his drowsiness fade away
into the night’s darkness. He released the lid and the water flow stopped. He
moved towards the door, pulled down the latch with his embarking right hand.
His muscles almost tilted the axis of the latch. The door unlocked and he
pulled it backwards as he rested his bottom on the door that had opened behind
him. He looked outside, it was dark, the moon was hard to find among the school
of dark clouds, but there was some whiteness at one spot that he recognized as
an effort by the lunar marvel to peep in through the clouds that had gulped it.
As
he dwelled upon the happenings of the past, both long unforgotten ones and the
more forgettable recent ones, he produced a cigarette from his pocket and
placed the filtered end in his mouth. He screwed the lighter and there was a
spark, which went off in a second, another try, and this time the lighter
produced a bright flame that did not extinguish. He brought his face closer to
the flame, there was the earthy smell of tobacco catching the first flames and
soon the cigarette was ready for consumption.
He turned off the lighter and placed it back in his pocket.
‘What
if his words came alive?’ He thought
as he puffed in a few vapors of tobacco, ‘Oh God! Please find a way out, I do
not want him to die! O Lord of Tirumalai, help me!’ He prayed.
He
exhaled a weave of smoke into the atmosphere. He looked at the K
engraved on the wrist of his right hand.
A
tear fell from his eye.
As
the Sampark Kranti Express passed over river Krishna, his heart passed through
a bridge that separated hope from fear. Dawn was still awaiting its final call
before the night could shed out every inch of its eerie darkness.
There
was some hope in the darkness, the hope of a bright dawn waiting on the other
side.
Moreover,
all he needed was some more hope.
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