The Burning ManA Story by Priya TyagiFlash Fiction: A man traumatised with the guilt of a bystander.Ravikant’s mobile was pitch black. It contained a dark secret that had been sold to the vultures. How could he? But…but.. 5 lakh rupees. “What life can you build on the foundation of death?”, a soft dead malicious voice hissed. “But then, someone’s pain is another man's gain." "Bhaisaab, your crackers. Happy Diwali!” He took the packet and hurried back home. "Papa. You are the best.", chirped his son, as he snatched the bag from him. Ravikant watched, stupefied, at the tv screen. “Religious fanatics lighted a man on fire” The sin he had filmed was burning naked on the screen. He could feel the heat so close. “Papa, look at the anar.”, clapped his son, as he lit one on fire. A giant heap of guilt, he fell to the ground, sobbing madly, he cried, “The fire! It burns him! It burns me!” © 2015 Priya Tyagi |
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1 Review Added on July 18, 2015 Last Updated on July 18, 2015 AuthorPriya Tyagigurgaon, IndiaAboutI write because it's the most definitive quality that I have. I have never considered anything other than writing as a true passion. I want to become a successful published writer like so many here an.. more..Writing
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