“Blackout”
Middle for editorial page in The Tribune It was just another regular sunny day. All the men in my area were ready for their work, all the ladies were running against time to “pack” and “pack well” for their husbands and kids, and not so happily the kids were pushing themselves to their schools. It was just the way I start my day looking at this race for life. I was out of my bed and even before my morning tea, I wanted to see it once, to hear its sound, to touch it so as to feel alive, but this time there was something unusual about its behaviour. It was not responding in the bright and contrasting manner like earlier. I was scared if my black and white nightmare of “losing a friend” was going to come true again this time. For once I wanted my sixth sense to be wrong, wanted the love-hate relationship that I have with luck to be by my side. But like always everything that I feared came true and my life came to a standstill again. I didn’t know what to do, and felt so helpless when ...