All publications of Aksh Verma . Panipat , India
The Dark Time
It was a normal Sunday of my life, a normal sunrise those chirping birds on the electric pole, and working out old age citizen in the garden with the laughter therapy in front of my home. A normal start to the day with a coffee having some fun time with kids on the ground. What a lovely morning it was. But not for too long. That was the silence before the disaster. The day passed joyfully. It was time for dinner, had one of the best dinners till now. That was the time to bed, had a great sleep. The morning was not that chill, the birds were dead, no laughter. The silence was approaching towards the city. There were some annoying flying creepy gliders that were way too faster even than the trains. Started to approach sounds. Those creepy drones started to follow the vehicles, the sound trucks, and even the DJs. The whole city was under the stress of that. The families decided to leave the city and started packing and other essentials for the transfer. The whole town seemed to be going for attending the parties. We too tried to escape that tragedy. We took the highway for the nearest safe camp base provided by the Government. As soon as we crossed the country yard, the situation seemed to be normal. Everything was fine, till the second wave of gliders. They started attacking the people who make sounds. The Silence could save lives. Everything went controllable until some people being overconfident. They started shouting to those creepy drones and in turn, as expected they attacked the whole base. The tents were torn the caravan glasses were destroyed. Everything seemed to be over. But, being fortunate some families successfully escaped the disaster and including us. We drove for almost a day and finally reached a safe banded mansion. Full of resources, we all decided to stay there for the next some days.
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