Under the blazing sun shine kites were soaring around a wooden boat with two sailor.
"Hey is it appropriate to enter, if we go we will probably not come back" yelled a sailor. "
if you go, we will die but if...if these boxes which they shipped pointing gun are not delivered to the bank then, we are surely dead" came the answer in shiver and frightened voice. He lifts the walkie talkie, asked if the bank was clear, but there was only buzzing noise.....
The person on the wheel turned the wheel, but Mr. Biju stopped him before boat could cross more nauticals
" Why...!" He asked inagony
" If we go back, don't you think he will get to know" Mr. Biju explained.
Clinching their teeth in power to rotated the wheel...Sooner they were in the middle of no where.
"Oof...., we are safe now! who can find us in this vast ocea" annoyedly said one
"and...."
whine blare was from the walkie talkie which was remained on, it said "19.6795° S, 63.4287° E Port Mathurin a person will be waiting for you there hand him all the boxes and you become safe, a hotel room is ready for you , enjoy there few days.
it was fast and clear. "sorry, Reddy but.....aa kk y ... " said the man purposefully.
The calm voiced tittered "Mr. Biju, you know i really admire you sailor, having faith on self you keep sailing in waters with no sign and reach the perfect destination, yeah their might be delay due to uncontrolled constriants
"but... we are not going to make your shipment..." questioned Mr.Biju
"tell me, why did you not want to...? don't you want your son to be admitted to college, he is very bright student i see, he passed the exam but lack of finance kept him away from high reputed institutions" Voice signs, wishpers
"how do you know that?" Biju asked
"how would i not...!" he said "father who knows that he won't be able to pay for college so to dilute the pain gives advertisement in the newspaper for your son that atleast his effort are been recognised" there was a scream of silence for a while "you need this, you have to do this... and i don't want to thank luck for that, it was all you, your plucky behaviour to fight and look after a family brings this..."
"please tell me your name, sir...." he cried
the voice smiled "i am nobody, never was, never will" and disconnects. Walkie-Talkie then was silent , Mr.Biju was gazing compass, he noticed that they have changed the direction they were moving a bit west , "good choice partner's" he claimed wipping his tears...
monitor against the shabby wall showed they were heading to Port Mathurin. the skin fold , Smirk smile were viewed on the brown face.
What can you say, curse or boon,
Good or bad,
Hero or villan,
May be it was destined,
Or may be if he tried hard to hold...
Will it stay...?
Or should he done...
I seriously don't have any answers, but what traumatizing would it be for him...
He was sweet smell of the deu of morning, while she was the air, he adores her... I may say he devotioned her...
Today the situation is such that he sent her gifts, with no name on it, she receives every one of them on her door, but returns to security or throws it away, due to lack of trust on nameless.
If it was written to lose, then it would be impossible to reach here, but here we are... Talking about them...