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Submitted by G.S.Vasukumar on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 14:40
Departed
A Short Story By G.S.Vasukumar</p>

Shyam sat on the edge of his bed holding the picture of his wife, Riya and eight year old daughter, Anushree.He had tears in his eyes, which started over flowing on his cheeks.

It was because of the unfortunate accident which took them away from him forever. He would never be able to see them again.

Death is so uncertain…like the wind, which can blow off the flame of a burning candle any time…

“I can understand the pain you are going through right now, my friend,” Said a stranger handing him a hanky. Shyam wiped his tears with it.

“But life is like that…uncertain.” The stranger continued.

Shyam placed the picture and the hanky on the table next to the bed. He got up and left the room, followed by the stranger. He went to his daughter’s room and looked inside for some time.

Later, He said to the stranger “Let’s go.”

As they walked out of the compound, an ambulance went inside with his body inside.

He knew that this stranger would take him to the other world, but he wished to keep the picture of his wife and daughter sleeping in his daughter’s room in his mind as long as he could.</p>

The End

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Vasu

Submitted by jack the ripper on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 10:52.

You've slowly begun to convince me that even short sotries can be as meaningful as poem at times... I came to read this piece because no one has commented on hitherto. Let me assure EVERYONE that I was not disappointed a bit. It is sad that people read other peoples' work and don't even care to comment on them. I would request the owner of the site to encourage readers to comment more. The industrious a person that the owner is surely prompt action will soon be taken. Now, enough said on that.

Death is indeed uncertain. We can not and doubt if ever will be able to tame it. As a matter of fact do we WANT to tame death? I don't believe in spirits and ghosts but I did like the spirit of your story a lot. You mentioned candle some where above. I would like to say this. For how long a fire is lit hardly matters; how many lives it brightens is the scale of measurement of the significance of the fire.

Respectfully,
Amartya

Thanks...

Submitted by G.S.Vasukumar on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 11:36.

Amartya,

Thanks for reading and commenting on this one.

Regards,

Vasu

 

 

wow

Submitted by PriyaNair on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 15:16.

Interesting turn at the end of the story...Good Writing.....Again like all your stories...this also has a style of screenplay to it...

Thanks....

Submitted by G.S.Vasukumar on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 19:41.

Priya,

Thanks for reading and for the nice comment :)

Regards,

Vasu