Lost Innocence

CHAPTER- 1It was not the usual weather, that generally wanders around the mid-summer Delhi nights. for some reason it seemed that everything was a bit too harsh.i pressed my face hard against the window to see any survivers amist this war of the world. apart from a few broken branches and shattered glass pieces nothing could entertain my eyes. the clock struck 1:00, reminding me that it was high time i should go back to sleep. i switched off the lights and lay down, staring at the blankness above. slowly a known heaviness beared my eyelids down and the motion camera inside my head had started, rewinding all the incidents that had occured through the day.... but still far away i could hear the rattling of the window panes, whooshing of the wind and the sound got fader and fader....i felt like i was burning alive in a hot clay oven, my palms were sweaty and feet were tied together, i couldn't move my body, i was stuck!! i cant breathe... i am going to die!!....SPAT!! something hit me so hard, it burned for a few seconds.. then i realized that my maid had just accomplished killing the 1050th mosquitoe since she joined last june, on my moist forehead.i looked around, it was nothing like a hot clay oven. i was looking at something familiar... but everything was motionless, dead. shobha my maid had switched off the fan, the usaul wat to wake me up.after my mom left followed by my maid, i was left alone among the dancing crystals, raosted pottery, and other world arifacts... like any other day. today, luckily i had something a bit more important to do than reading newspaper, watching tv or finishing my mordern art piece ( which my mother claimed it to be nothing less than a mixture of insanity, hormone imbalance and loss of creativity, but in my opinion, she just lacked the eye for mordern art!). today i was meeting a good old friend of mine- Supriya. we had been friends since junior high. we did almost everything togerther. it was like the only time we were seperable was when we had to go back home. oh i missed her!! after class 12th, i joined DU while she left for engineering. since then our meets have been restricted to only summer vacations when we are both back home, but i am sure my Supriya would still be the same old simple Jane. she always liked things that ways, simple and sober. nothing too flashy or gordy. no show-off, no make-up! i didnt know i was in for a suprise. rather a shock. shock of a life time!!