OUTSIDER FICTION BY RAKESH SAHA Chapter 6:- “ H ave anyone informed the police?” A strong and firm voice came down through the stairs and started preliminary diagnosis of the injured patient lying on the stretcher, with his stethoscope. Dr.Amitabha Biswas, one of the top neurosurgeons in India, aged thirty five, wearing the as usual doctor uniform, rimless spectacles on his eyes was not only checking the senseless person but also had a quick look on the nearby persons. “I know Mr.Sushant the SP” Naresh remarked in the middle of checking. “Hmm. Its better you call him now. We are running out of time. He needs to be operated right now.” Dr.Amitabha said clearly to all of them. With immediate effect Mr.Naresh bring out his cell and called the required person at that moment. He can hear the phone was ringing. “Hello. SP Sushant Ranjan speaking.” “Sir. I am Naresh from Vishrantwadi. I hope you can remember me.” “ Yes yes...
OUTSIDER
FICTION BY
RAKESH SAHA
Chapter 3:-
Losing
the grip, unable to hold the momentum, Vishal, in an alarmed state, was running
through the desolate road, nowhere to go. His soul was trying to be free from
all the shackles of memory where the glimpses of his only love and life was howling.
That poignant injustice of life always had an endeavor to swallow his mind. He
was somewhere in the hollow dark space from where he could not even imagined to
illuminate a lenient moment.
He
was the only one who can understand his lament but failed to convince with the
reality. His alarmed state had taken him in such a hollow space where he had
lost the ability to listen the intense horn of the truck behind him.
The
driver suddenly pushed the brake but it was too late. The vehicle lost all its
control to avoid the sudden collision.
From
the middle of the road the wretched fellow was thrown into the corner of the
pavement. Blood spilled out from his head within no time. All the weeping,
sobbing, howling became serene with the help of a screech. Only the blowing of
wind through his hair was in its constant manner.
…………….
Both
the women were brought back from their silent mourning when they heard something
terrified out there. Two pairs of footsteps were moving in the same direction
without taking a single breath.
After a few while those two wet faces were
looking at each other as it was some unknown regenerative power which melts
down their disappointments for a single cause.
A new dawn was set about
after eclipse…
You write so well that I could visualize every scene. It's hard to believe that you are a first time writer! Your presentation of every scene is beautiful.. Carry on with your writings and please try to write more often. Will be waiting for the next part. Thank you and All the best :)
ReplyDeleteThank you dear.. I will write this story on regular basis. I am glad that you have enjoyed it. Thanks for the blessings and wishes.
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