Friday, 5 July 2013

A Rather Long Short Story Chapter 1.

An untitled story


It was humid throughout the day. Soon I have to move on from here and go back home, but still a month to go. Considering the three long years I was posted here for the training as marine engineer one month now seems like a day. With nothing much to do now; this sudden respite feels like a push-over from the buzz of insanity into a suffocating silence.

Vancouver is generally peaceful. It is a town nestling among hills and the sea and is covered by persistent drizzle. That accounts for the feeling of gloom that settles upon outsiders like me who cannot find the pulse of the life in here. That was a particularly cranky day when the sky  and the weather were stubbornly gloomy and grey. After breakfast I had to find something to occupy myself till lunch and that was a pretty long interval. There were two oldish bookshops on the street behind my lodging. I always felt at home in the one where a tired-looking shop-assistant watched over the entire shop from her dark gothic corner, with an equally gothic cat to give her company.

To be continued


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