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WHILE REDEEMING MY SOUL: Chapter 1 - The Crimson Evening
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Chapter 1: The Crimson Evening
It is an evening of 27th December, 2008. The sun has been set like every other evening, even all the birds have returned to their homes as usual. It seems just like another evening – familiar to our eyes – though it only seems to be. It is somewhat different from its fellow evenings and some fearful memories create this distinction – an unforgettable distinction.
I am a sick old man, waiting for my angel of death while lying in the bed. My name is Tauseef, I spent my whole life building roads and bridges as a contractor, rather a famous contractor I should say, or famous at least in my own eyes, because I didn’t remember I did anything good for anyone else, apart for me. I feel fear revising the past sometimes, as I am too old, too sick to change the past; to stand against it, or to even revise it, because there were moments in that when something bad happened - to me and to all of us.
Albert Einstein once said:
“The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
He was right! Though in my case, I am entirely and impotently unable to focus out of that illusion. That past is an integral part of my life, and only because of that, I am who I am. Now I can easily confirm that your future depends upon your past – your karma makes it.
I simply cannot forget some of the memories and today is the anniversary of one of such horrible memories. My eyes witnessed the riots of 27th December 2007, exactly a year ago. I saw those burning flames, those dying people. I heard those crying voices, those utterly cracked and fractured souls. No, I wasn’t a part of any political party. I didn’t even participate in many of the elections as well and I don’t know any leader. I just know those innocent people who died on the eve of 27th December 2007. People like me, people like you.
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