Boom!Boom!Boom! "Wake up idiot! You're Late for Work" said someone from the other side of the closely locked door.
The one lying in the floor in half-sleep even when there was a bed is me, Krish. You may assume that i'm the protaginist of this story but hold your horses, I'm not.
"I AM AWAKE", I yelled and opened the door to see that no one was there. FYI, My house was a two floored residence, so I'm the only one who is staying on the 2nd floor. I got down to see what was happening and i went to brush in the back as usual and that someone who yelled at me was my Mom, Rani. She was a sweet women who takes care of everything at home, all the house budget to what is where and which is which in my home is not known by anyone but her.
"I am brushing Mom", I said to her while having a lot of foam bursting.
"Rinse and talk you big oaf", she replied.
I got in and went in the bright room filed with the carefully cleaned room and I went into the kitchen from the backyard, and after cleaning i had a set of cup of coffee and went into the hall and there I saw the room which my grandma used to be, before she passed away three months back, Radha....
I went in and a wave of memories hit me like a hammer and i sat down on the metal bed which feels cold to the touch made me feel warm inside. I started to remember all the things she and I did, throught out my life as long as i could remember she told me a lot of stories and some were from before independence and she was born on 1932 and those stories were basically made up of her life encounters.
I am a person who overthinks a lot and here i was thinking back about a single story that stood out the most because after she passed away, I got all here belongings handed to me and I found a hair pin with french letters engraved - De Milan à Madras, which literally meant Milan to Madras, those words did'nt strike me at that time but while I was sitting on the place where i heard the same story, I remembered that story and I started to get pieces of the story which i had heard a decade ago and was panting like i found the lost treasure but in fact i found the lost story which was narrated by my grandma and the same story which ones i dismissed as a fantasy story that made me sleep then, now had evidence which was right in my hands....
All the words rushed to my mind with a mental phase of a rough stallion, Fist of Justice.....Tecla....General....Karnan....."The Bridge", whispered those lips which I distinctively remember like it was yesterday, My Grandma's.
I sat on the floor and smiled like an Idiot and forgot about everything that was happening around me and said to myself, "So it was all real".
I found the Lost story of "The Bridge", I found the story which i once astonished at the age of 15 and the same one made me have the same feelings again. I got up and packed my bags to see the proof of Karnan, the Golden Fist.....