Red

Red was the colour which flashed into his eyes the next morning. He looked around himself, and there lay people, writhing in agony.

He tried to go through what happened that night, and then remembr1ered the bullets whizzing past his ears. He just hoped that the person he went along with was alive and kicking.

Then he realised, that the colour “Red” was reminiscent of the last he saw of her.

He sobbed, vociferously.

 

Anirudh Bhagavatula

 

 

 

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