Nirajan Rijal

Saumyata talking to herself, “Oh my god, I am nervous. This is not the first time I am in front of the audience, yet why am I feeling so anxious.”

It was a Rainy day and I was waiting for the bus to arrive.

Rain is drizzling outside the police headquarter. The Police chief and some investigation officers are having a meeting in a soundproof room.

That day, I got up right on time and took the metro and went to my University. Three of my other 3 friends were already in the University Starbucks café. I entered the bistro, and as usual, I took a gander at the corner.

I am writing my novel based on a real story. But before moving to the real facts, I will be expounding on my recurring dreams.

Like usual, today a normal morning. I make my coffee, pour it in a cup and push the wheels of my wheelchair my handI go next to the window. It was already 20 years, when the Axis powers had fought against the Allies Powers. I represented the Allies. I always remember that period.

It was a rainy day and I was waiting for a bus at the station. All of a sudden, drops of rain started falling on the ground. The sound those drops made were constantly striking my eardrums. Kids were running to go to school with their raincoats on. Dapper men were rushing towards a building with the...