Only five seconds to ten! She started to run to reach the bus stand. She could see the bus coming and still five hundred meters to go. It was her first day to her dream job and she had planned so much around it. What if she misses the bus? No, she cannot afford it because she was already warned that the job was given to her, bypassing seven other suitable candidates. If she wants to carve niche for her in this field, she has to crush others and reach the top of ladder but if she loses, the company was not ready to pay for her mistakes and will throw her out of the job the next moment.
Now, breathing was heavy. Chest felt bit tight and congested. Still, she tried little hard to run faster. The home loan documents of her new home, her new car and mother’s health, all swung before her eyes.
She stretched her hand to signal the bus to wait and saw the seconds hand to tick ten. She took one more decisive step when her vision went black and her hand swung in air. She took a deep breath almost a sigh and with a thudding sound fell down. People on the road and stand gathered around. Her head banged on road and eyes closed.
He lay still like a stone, with palms open and the ancient key lying in it. The question is, did he find the lock or the curse found him first? Seeing him for the first time hinted that he might be not so lucky that his death found him at the crucial moment of the discovery. The ancient lock is said to be hiding a large precious treasure of the then warrior clan, in a hidden temple of Durian, the lost city. He used to say that only a true Durian can find and unlock the temple’s treasure. He found the rusty key somewhere unexpected, thus believed he was true descendant of the long lost clan and would unearth the treasure for the benefit of his other brothers and sisters. The shocking fact is, that he was not one of them but only the bearer of the key. Which he was supposed to deliver to the rightful person. All this was written clearly in the old manuscript he clenched in his another hand which lay across his chest. May be he realised it too late. But now the question is, who is the rightful owner or does the person actually exist. The common knowledge says, the Durians are long extinct clan. But the finding of key, says something else and the key bearer according to the manuscript, suggests there is some truth in the legend. There must be a true Durian. The right time is come for them to raise and shine. But the question still remains unanswered, ‘ who is or where is? ‘
Bed….quilt…wrapped in that, me. With a mug of steaming coffee in my hand. The music channel is playing my favourite number, and I am reading some intresting piece of news. Oh! the winter morning cannot be more Cozy than this.
It’s almost 15 minutes past 8 and I am still in bed with the warmth of quilt surrounding me and the coffee leaves it’s hot trail while I gulp it down. My eyes glued on to the news paper, I stretch a bit and let my hair down. Then I pick up the phone to go through my messages and mails. After that I check for new posts on my reader and reply or message to fellow bloggers. When done with the tab ‘Bible’ I put it down and come out of the quilt, leaving the cozy warmth of it. It’s half past 8, by now and I know it’s still not late for the breakfast as s children are having their winter breaks and no one except my hubby is up yet, who also is in gym. So I go down and into the kitchen. Making breakfast and preparing for early lunch.
My in laws are leaving for temple and are taking children with them, so I hurry up and bathe the kids and get them ready for the same. By the time they leave, my hubby returns so after the four of them leave, ne and my hubby sit down for breakfast.
It was so comfy in the living room, with sunlight coming through balcony and hot ‘onion parathas’ with curd and coffee to wind up the breakfast. I switched the chennel from music to movies with Jackie Chan’s Tuxedo playing.
Then after preparing lunch, back in my bedroom with my ‘ Bible’ I get lost in the world of words. Today I am attracted to quotations, of all sorts. But now a days I don’t know why I like more of the moving on ones instead of hanging on or holding ons. I even was thinking to write a complete post on one of them but then thought better of it. May be some other day some other time I will write the quotation post and may be in some other manner. But now, bye till then.