Sailesh Gautam
Life is a golden chance to show the world,
You were once existed and have charmed
Always doing good and not being indolent,
Claims your life utilized.
As editing an article takes time,
Not editing your life becomes a crime,
Edit your life detaching negativity,
And loading the gaps with positivity.
Edit, edit, edit
Practice education in human values,
Securing great personality,
Dream big for the merit of all,
Pursuing goodness as the final aim.
Sailesh is a Grade IX student at Sathya Sai Shikshya Sadan, Tokha.
The abduction PART 1
Pratik Mainali
On a hot Tuesday afternoon, Milo Shakya was strolling down Ratnapark humming a little tune to himself, enjoying the occasional cool breeze that gushed his way once in a while, his hands in his pocket, wearing his pin stripped suit and shiny black shoes. When first sighted, the Protes couldn’t believe that it was him. For he looked so confident, cool and dapper that they shook they were forced to shake their heads in disbelief. And then nodded their heads in unison reminding each other what was going to happen.
As Milo, with his hands in his pockets, swiftly moved towards the silent corner of the street, suddenly his attention was caught by a black van which was rapidly moving his way. Milo looked over his shoulder in confusion but by the time the situation sank down his head it was too late.
The van braked abruptly in front of him and the door slid open and in a split second, Milo found the nerves on his head throbbing as he found two guns pointed towards him. He froze with his eyes locked to the gun, the muzzle of another pressed on his cheek. His breathing became heavy and his legs grew suddenly weak.
“Get in the car,” said the icy cold voice.
Without thinking Milo complied
Strong hands clutched his arms. Legs and neck and a handkerchief covered his mouth. The nauseating smell made Milo’s head spin in circles and he felt the whole place melting before his eyes as he slowly slid into unconsciousness.
When he regained his consciousness he found himself in a strange dark room which smelt heavily of dust. As he raised his head to look around he heard voices approaching him. He felt a rough rope digging his neck, his hands and legs were tied in a chair.
“Good morning, darling,” said a rough looking guy in a heavy voice.
“Wha..Where am I?” managed Milo in his shaking voice.
The man shrugged and blinked at him. He was a tall man with a very muscular physique. His eyes sank way inside his skull that they were almost invisible in the darkness. His cheekbones were peculiarly gaunt and the way his skin stretched down his face made him look 20 year older than he actually was. Bu it was clearly visible that the man was very young. Which suggested one thing, the man had gone through great hardships and pain in life, which made Milo even more frightened.
“You’re in a big, big trouble, my friend”, he raised both his hands, pursed his lips and added “That’s all you need to know.”
His body was now pounding with a raging desire to be free. He had always known that one day they would get to him, but still he was horrified now that they had.
The man produced a remote with a big red button in the middle and without warning clicked it. He felt a bolt of lightning go through him and was now wide awake.
Suddenly he realized that he was strapped to wires through the ropes. He looks at the man with a terrified glance.
“Now then, tell me. Where is all the money stored?”
The voice was slow and deliberate and Milo found it unnerving.
He studied the person before him and carefully answered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The effect was prompt and horrific.
He could feel his body writhing from searing jolts of agony as every flesh from his arms to his chest burnt in excruciating pain. He clamped his teeth in an effort to not let the scream pass, but a shriek escaped from the middle of his teeth.
“You know what’ll happen if you don’t comply, don’t you, sir?” the man said, almost sarcastically.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about”
The man suddenly sprang at him, his eyes glaring with fury, his face red, and his chest heaving heavily. Flailing his arms, flying to his throat he almost knocked Milo with his chair down the floor.
Quickly, three people grabbing him by his shoulders and chest, pulled and restrained him. But such was the power of the man that Milo was sure if he wanted to he could easily break the chain of people around him.
“Careful, boss said no visible damages”
The man was suddenly composed, Milo watched as the red mark in his face slowly disappeared. The man was now smiling as sly, cunning smile. That smile thrilled every fiber of Milos body.
The man with his hands folded, carefully studied Milo, there was silence all over, a silence that made heart pound beneath his pinstriped suit.
He opened his mouth and uttered slowly and precisely.
“So, we’re going to have to find a way, don’t we?”
Pratik is a plus two graduate from Trinity College, Dillibazar.
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