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The Nostalgia Shop
Soirindhri looked at the shop. Fragile and dilapidated. 'Nostalgia shop', it read. The name of the shop had gathered layers of dust making it almost unreadable for anyone. What struck her the most, was how she missed seeing this shop, despite crossing this lane twice a day for the last three days. Tucked in a corner, swallowed by darkness, the structure seemed as if it was meant to be missed, and only the ones looking for it, probably be able to locate it!
Vaccinating A Village
The ride was bumpy. The skies, cloudy. His mood, sour. And the tea, well it had already spilled on his trousers a few moments back. Wasn't a pleasant start for a healthcare worker you may presume. He felt the same. Trying to calm his nerves. He could do nothing about the potholes, nor could he do anything about the spilled tea. But he can look outside of his car window and watch the sun play peekaboo with the clouds. And he did that. Imagining the infinite layer of fluffy clouds taking various shapes, faces of dragons, of people, some of which he seemed to know, while some totally random. For a moment he was transported to childhood, days when he and his cousins ran through those narrow alleyways, searching for the kite which seemed to disobey them and fly on its own, to places unknown. They did find the kite they searched for, but some days they searched for the kite which could take them flying in the sky along with it. The winds would caress their faces as they shall soar through the cotton of clouds and travel around the world. That thought remained a dream.
He looked at his shop, engulfed completely in a quilt of darkness. Except for that momentary tingling of the sepia light bulb, that seemed to have gulped a bottle of country liquor. Walking slowly, each of his steps made sure to make the least possible noise, but for the truant dried leaves, which were still crunched under his white chappals. He stopped momentarily, listening to the uncanny silence being punctuated by the sudden rumbling noise of a distant cloud, and a few leaves rustling with the winds caressing them. But no other sound, of boots, marching, or a sign of any military movement. He entered the shop through a back door, and closed it shut, then and there. He dropped the brown package on the rickety old chair, sending a flurry of dust particles in the air. The package had almost lost its brown colour, and seemed to open up any moment if not for the rubber band that held it together.
A Sense Of Smell
Oh, the sweet pang of pain. Tatvik’s drugged brain failed to feel the intensity of the operating pieces of equipment entering him, but a soft feeling engulfed him completely, his bubbling mind, imagining things, yesteryear memories caressing him by, all his senses, as if exploding and bursting, creating an orchestra of a cacophonic circus of thoughts, and he seemed to get sucked into that realm, slowly, slowly.
The Covid Vaccine Extravaganza
The mobile network bars disappeared all of a sudden. And here I am amidst the chaos. Of a covid vaccination drive. Where somehow I was able to get a slot. There seems to be a sea of people chatting in front of me as I try to make sense of where the inception of it lies. Pretty sure it shall take at least three hours before I reach the light outside the tunnel. An unknown bird laughs from a secret bush. Is it mocking me?