jasreen Singh
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Bijoy
It was a frosty, foggy winter the Indian government had just announced that it would respond to the pre-emptive strike by Pakistan and everyone in the Kashmiri region had been warned to take cover. Raj woke up in the middle of the night to deafening sounds of bombs, he turned to his mom who had his other 3 siblings in each arm. “mama, I’m scared.” Hot tears poured down his eyes. His mum stroked his ruffled black hair that seemed like the only thing that had grown the past 15 days they had been in the bunker. The bunker was a dug up hole in the ground She brought him closer to her and told him it was just a game of hide and seek and in order to win they had to be as quiet as possible. Her voice was hollow and dry but she sang a hymn softly in his ears while the bombs and metal pieces scattered above the bunker. Next airstrike exploded what seemed like a few feet near them, this time the sandbags that were placed over the hole burst open and sand and dust poured in. Raj screeched, “I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE MA!” His brother leaped onto Raj and grasped his mouth, “Raj! Be quiet!!” His brother Mital looked barely recognizable; his skin was ashy gray the same color and the man who was sleeping in a distorted position up in the tree that Raj had seen the other day when he explored the area around the bunker. He buried his face in his mother’s arm there was a puddle of water that seeped through the cracks and every time he heard a loud blast the bunker seemed like it would eventually close in on them.
By jasreen Singh5 years ago in Wander
Bijoy
It was a frosty, foggy winter when the Indian government had just announced that it would respond to the pre-emptive strike by Pakistan and everyone in the Kashmiri region had been warned to take cover. Raj woke up in the middle of the night to deafening sounds of bombs, he turned to his mom who had his other siblings in each arm. “Mama, I’m scared.” Hot tears poured down his face. His mum stroked his ruffled black hair that seemed like the only thing that had grown the past 15 days they had been in the bunker. The bunker was a dug up hole in the ground She brought him closer to her and told him it was just a game of hide and seek and in order to win they had to be as quiet as possible. Her voice was hollow and dry but she sang a hymn softly in his ears while the bombs and metal pieces scattered above the bunker. Next airstrike exploded what seemed like a few feet near them, this time the sandbags that were placed over the hole burst open and sand and dust poured in. Raj screeched, “I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE MA!” His brother leaped onto Raj and grasped his mouth, “Raj! Be quiet!!” His brother Mital looked barely recognizable; his skin was ashy gray the same color and the man who was sleeping in a distorted position up in the tree that Raj had seen the other day when he explored the area around the bunker. He buried his face in his mother’s arm there was a puddle of water that seeped through the cracks and every time he heard a loud blast the bunker seemed like it would eventually close in on them.
By jasreen Singh5 years ago in Fiction
