Monday, 14 May 2012

Run for Life.....


Mashobra is a beautiful place, untouched by the noisy atmosphere of cities. A hill station full of the most heavenly scenes of nature but a quite place when observed too closely. To add to its beauty, a pedestrian track leads down to Sipur, a village so beautiful and enchanting with pine and oak woods framing the valley, cottages alongside apple orchards. 

But one day, the valley got shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. A chilling breeze was blowing across the valley. Trees were making sounds as if they were haunted by ghosts. 

As the sun was bidding adieu to the day, the sparkling rays fell on the hair of a woman running through the narrow lane alongside a cottage. She sprinted across the narrow path on to the wild grass. With every step, her heart pounded against her ribcage. Sun rays sprinkled over her sweat-soaked skin. She kept on running, her sneakers smashing through the grass. like crawly legs of a spider, branches of the bushes clawed on her skin tracing needle-thin lines of red blood. She couldn’t even scream out of horror. Her lungs started to burn for air. She thought of looking back to see the face of the shadow that was chasing her but she could not take her eyes off the lane because she was afraid she would fall. She ignored every bit of the tiredness and the call of her muscles to slow down. She could not make out where exactly she was headed to as this was the first time that she had come to this place. She could feel the ghostly figure closing in on her. She tried her level best to increase her pace but suddenly there was a blackout, she could feel the dirt below her body and the stones, cold like ice crashing against her. Then she feels a hand grasping her hair and pulling them hard. She felt a thin, cold and sharp metal touching the skin of her neck. She thought about her parents, her family and soon the metal does its work making thin line across her neck with blood flowing through it.

Disclaimer: all characters and events are imaginary. Bearing resemblance to anybody dead or alive would be merely a coincidence.