Fear of Death

Fear of Death In Berhampur the tall silk cotton tree was in full bloom with eccentric -smelling flowers whose scent haunted you for a furlong as you walked the road. In the evening his friends used to gather near the lake for gossip. The water glistened... More

Fear of Death In Berhampur the tall silk cotton tree was in full bloom with eccentric -smelling flowers whose scent haunted you for a furlong as you walked the road. In the evening his friends used to gather near the lake for gossip. The water glistened with lights from the nearby garden restaurant where he and his friends used to sip coffee and if the money permitted , some pudding or other snack. Nothing much happened . The water in the tank stayed still with an occasional ripple caused by a dry flower from the acacia tree . What was his mission ? Sit still on the cement benches with his friends wisps of whose chatter entered his ears like the occasional breeze which rustled in the leaves of the coconut tree in our village? There was this danger of the dream coming to a close as the lights went off and the curtains were down. Did he come here for nothing ? For two months the typhoid worm cornered him and excised him of the devils that had taken permanent residence in him as he we Less