It was too
cold an afternoon even for a winter day. The wind that was blowing had fangs
and it tore through the body with the subtlety of an alligator and this for a
place that was nestled so close to the equator was unusual and annoying.
Annoying because even the furriest of coats bought for the worst winter day
were as good as an umbrella would be in a hurricane. And to top it all off was
not the dim dull lighting which led one to believe that it was late evening
already lest they were to look at their watch and be pleasantly surprised nor
the eerie dark clouds which threatened of a grand outpour; it was the raucous
and raunchy thunder which bellowed over ones head with malice in its intentions.
The whole panorama made one wonder whether Zeus and Indradev had taken control
of the same skies and all this was a show of power to assert supremacy of
either. The weather was sublime in its own sense, but right there in the midst
of all the natural phenomena a young man sat on a chair in the porch of his
house; just sat there in the thunder and the lightning of the winter day and
did nothing. I mention him because the turbulences of the atmosphere could only
be matched by the insides of this man. Yes, Viraj Aaryan sat there and such
were his insides at that point of time, such was the gigantic accumulation of
thoughts in his head, such was the insanity quotient of the measures he planned
to take and such was the pain inside him as his belly squirmed with guilt that
he barely noticed the weather around him. It had been almost a day now that
Pritika had come to her place and told her the news but it seemed just like a
couple of minutes ago, the words reverberated in his head now and then and he
shriveled up with a mix of guilt, anger, grief and disbelief.
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