Our Lady in the Sky – Part 3

By order of the mayor, the scaffold for a makeshift platform went up almost overnight in the Vashishts’ backyard, close to the pond. The Vashishts didn’t object. How could they? It was their boy after all who had caused this rupture.

“Mind you,” said Mrs. Vashisht to her husband when Mr. Kumar and his haggard, slovenly-in-comparison assistant, Mr. Luthra, left on foot to check on the other villagers’ well-being; the son having been sent up to his room to mull over his mistakes without the distraction of food or games. “Given time, even he’d have had a go at it.”

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Our Lady in the Sky – Part 2

Key Phrase: Fat Lady in the Sky

The mayor was first on the scene.

Standing on the topmost rung of the fire engine ladder, in a three-piece suit, holding back the occasional bout of nausea with a crisp, monogrammed, lemon-scented handkerchief pressed to his nose, Mr. Kumar congratulated her most heartily. All his attention deliberately focused on the pillowy, pink face of the suspended woman looking him squarely in the eye, the cat-eye sunglasses perched on her head like little ears. In her hands a bouquet of crushed roses from Mrs. Naidu’s garden, taken without her permission, that he’d thrust at her before he dropped it himself.

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Our Lady in the Sky – Part I

Key Phrase: Fat Lady in the Sky

One bright day, the sky froze over the village in a dome and cracked like an egg shell at the curves. Yet it held together, by some miracle.

A child below, who had been flitting pebbles across the pond in his backyard, curious, flung a large rock at the now-crystallized sky and watched it smash through. Like a stone through a glass pane or a windshield. Nearly missing the fat lady gliding across in a hand glider.

She shot, “watch out.”

And the child cackled. “Look, look, there’s a fat lady in the frozen sky everyone.”

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Message Run

I have to run faster, faster than I have ever run before, but my legs are tiring. The straps of my backpack are cutting into my skin. And the worn-out slippers, which I bought off a kid by the road, lack the grip of the running shoes now lying in a ditch somewhere, sole split the whole way through.

Twigs snap under my feet dangerously.

I’m cloaked in sweat. It drips down my face, blinds me momentarily as I falter through the undergrowth.

A slithery thing drops from a branch before me, and I almost scream out loud. It’s a snake, a thin, green one and it quickly slithers away into the dense foliage.

Easy boy, easy, I mutter to myself. It’s gone. But you’ve got to stay calm, move noiselessly through the woods, or they’d pick up your trail.

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Supernova: The Origin Story

I was going along just fine, minding my own business, hiding my true self from the entire world.

The way I saw it – if I didn’t bother them, they wouldn’t bother me either.

And yet they came, the pack of wolves in jocks’ clothing, hunting for weaklings like us outside of school.

We had gatecrashed a party. It was Laila’s fifteenth birthday bash and my friend here was sweet on her since kindergarten. So we had to do it. Get him his first kiss and me a feel of how the other side lived like. Our bad. We got chased down the street into a dark alley. We hid behind the dumpster, but Jay’s sniffles gave us away.

They smashed us up pretty bad. Like Sing in Kung Fu Hustle or Neo in Matrix. But we were no chosen ones. Sure, I had my occasional run-ins with my brave self and turning my thumb into a lighter could sure win me some brownie points at the freak show. But taking on these hulks right here, right now, seemed impossible.

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