I pulled off the bed sheet from the bed and tore it into two halves. I shrouded each of the bodies with two halves of the bed sheet and fastened them with a rope. I dragged the bodies clutching on the rope with one hand and carried an axe in the other. The floor was completely smeared with blood gushing out of the bodies, as I dragged them through the corridor, down the staircase and to the parking lot where I had parked my car. The cold breeze blew as I reached the parking lot dragging the bodies. I could hear the sound of howling wind, barking dogs and the roar of the engines of the vehicles that rattled down the distant highway. I produced a key from my pants pocket and unlocked the trunk of the car with it. The trunk opened with a short creaking sound that reverberated across the street. I hurriedly loaded the bodies on the trunk and locked the trunk immediately. I got into the car, inserted the key and started the engine. The engine stammered into life and I fled before someone could catch me.
November 14, 2018 11:18 AM NPT
By: Yubraj Karki
A mere picture that makes me walk through the memory lane and then chuckle and cry. A scene that I used to behold from the terrace of my house on every tranquil yet cold morning, being seated calmly and enthralled on the chair, webbing strange dreams and imaginations, cherishing each gulps of delectable tea prepared by my mom.
On a hazy evening, I was sitting on a chair in the yard sipping tea. My eyes scanned the pedestrians passing by; my ears listened to their whispers. The wind passed by my face, gently caressing it. A sense of pleasure rattled me as the howling wind touched my skin.
It only feels like yesterday that we witnessed the Germans celebrate their victory last World Cup. Time surely flies, and the same jubilations of the world’s biggest sporting event have kicked off again after a 4-year gap. The world cup fervor is flourishing and has influenced football enthusiasts to indulge in the magic of the game.