Paromita Goswami

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Ashish lay in bed sweating profusely. Whatever had happened in his shop had horrified him beyond words. He knew he could never be able to explain the incident to anyone. After endless tossing and turning he fell asleep only to be overpowered by his nightmare.

It was dark already. A small fire burning

 “Give me back my money!”

 “Are you done? We will miss the bus?”

 “ We will see how you put up your stall here again?”

 A hand from behind the bushes

“I am too old now. You carry on.”

Weary feet running in the jungle

“I am the clock maker.”

“I am not going anywhere!”

“I have been waiting for you!”

“Just wait and watch!”

“ Here take this! Mend it for me.”

“We are not going anywhere!”

Ashish woke up with a jolt in the wee hours of the morning. He found he had accidentally wetted…

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