The past few days she has been weeping without rhyme or reason.
“That can mean only one thing. Oh God!! Who will it be this time?”
A couple of days passed. The weeping reduced.
She was very sure that
those bouts of bawling her eyes out were telling her something. Every
little thing was setting her off.
The first couple of times
of such weeping bouts did not attract much attention from her. But when a
pattern started to emerge, she took serious note of it. It was as if her very soul
was mourning some impending profound loss.
And from then on, every such
instance filled her with deep dread and immense frustration.
Last night was very
restive; waking up in cold sweat in the wee hours of the morning. She had had nightmares of
people being chased and bombed. She could sense that things were coming to a head.
“Oh Sweet Lord! Who would it
be this time? If only I could know who. If only I could warn them somehow. But then,
who do I warn and about what?"
The frustration and
foreboding only mounted.
Dread lasted for a few hours more.
She got the news.
How difficult it must be to live with constant dread :(
ReplyDelete*Shailaja/Alternate Angles/A-Z*
Thanks for dropping by Shailaja! I presume it must be really tough..
DeleteI loved this fiction piece and the idea of having a vision into the future is interesting and intriguing. Well written :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Prasanna, for your kind words. :) Having a vision into the future could be a double edged sword :)
DeleteImpactful write up! Must be a horrible life to lead :(
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Sundari! I presume so.
DeleteInteresting one.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sheetal.
DeleteIt is a curse and the futility of not able to help takes it toll.
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