The Dark Path
- Writers Pouch
- Sep 25, 2015
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 3
I woke up to see the doll my Supriya used to play with, and the very thought of her rushed tears into my eyes.
My wife was still asleep. Picking up my phone, I called Arvind to ask, “Can you give me the address of that charlatan? I would like to visit him.”
As I heard, “This is a bad idea, Sharma. Your daughter is with the Gods themselves.”
I shouted, “We don’t know that! I should talk to her,” and my tone woke my wife.
Observing her, I knew she realised I was running behind my friend for contacts. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes, not intending to have another argument like the previous night.
