He had bought this house, away from the hustle bustle of his chawl, to escape the cacophony that enveloped his whole being from the wee hours of morning to way past midnight. Serene, quiet and an assurance of a peaceful existence it was.
Night came. No sounds yet.
Except the deafening silence.
Tick-tock, tap tap tap the water droplets fell in a distinct beat, tick-tock, the hooting of an owl in the distance, tick-tock, the sound of his thumping heart.
He was now enveloped by the pandemonium of this silence.
The next day, he packed his bags and went back to the chawl, back to the din and the cacophony.
Once again, he slept peacefully.
This post has been written for Write Tribe’s Festival of Words Day 1
Although late, I decided to join in nevertheless. It is always a pleasure to write for Write Tribe’s prompts. The prompt for Day 1 was to write a piece of fiction in 9 sentences. Yes, you can go back and count all 9 of them 😀
This little piece of fiction had been ruminating in my mind for quite a while. I hope to expand it in future, unless I hold on to my habit of procrastinating 🙂
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