The Dark Path
- Writers Pouch
- Sep 25, 2015
- 3 min read
I woke up to see the doll my Supriya used to play with and her very thought 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.
