That is - a lie that deceives the speaker itself, and that is a curse.
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As I moved through the thick jungle, I heard footsteps.
"Stop chasing me!", I wanted to scream. But for some reason, I didn't.
Maybe because breathing was more important, and seeing straight.
Also because I didn't care. Not really.
They call my name. They call me paapa... who are they? I came here alone didn't I? Of course I did. I do everything alone.
They don't know me. They can't.
At that moment, I only wanted to find that spot from which I caught a glimpse of it- Ernestfordshire.
I would reach it.
The trees thinned down. I found the small valley nestled amidst green peaks and a gurgling mountain stream. Soft clouds seem to float beneath me, showing only tantalizing half-pictures of a mighty Banyan.
I stopped. Something was dripping close by. Maybe I felt the wetness, I couldn't be sure." What is it?", I wondered.
I stepped forward, stretching my hand towards the beautifully carved gates. They must lead there- Ernestfordshire.
I had found this spot with so much difficulty.
I had risked everything to get here.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Ernestfordshire
लघु कहानी[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #24 in loneliness (Aug 2018) Excerpt- I hurriedly shut the book, pen still inside. In an overwhelming world, this book was my solace. In it I penned by thoughts. The ink that dried on these pages was just as precious to m...
