Let there be lite Pi
It was a dark Diwali night of narkachaudas. With the second wave of corona hitting it harder it would be more frightening to move and meet.
Family and friend were stationed away at their natives.
He was a lone star, dreams of Demon and Dracula's cursed him with nightmares.
He was an ardent believer in God and had strong faith. How the schezophenic attack made him feel was difficult to interpret. Hallucinations troubled him, depressed and single he spent his life.
With all the wealth he had nothing to live up to.
Till the nurse attendent came to his rescue. She was a divine goddess in disguise as he called out Radhika when she was about to leave him after years of service.
His only hope had entered the world of venom, he felt entangled in love and hate. She was getting married to a guy next door childhood friend of PI.
They had meet at his home, he felt cheated and desperate in love. Radhika had not played upon a trick on him or used him.
How could he let her go... In cold blood as her body lay making her funeral pyre was what he did under the cover of the gun shot to a unison hiding with the sound of crackers for non to even guess about the ploy. He had silenced her and was ready to bond with her as he entered the fire where her body lay covered with wood.
Nothing remained just ashes, no-one new anything where he disappeared.
It was said that he was seen on Diwali nights at his haunted house playing the music and dancing with her beloved year after years....
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