A fictitious story
All that he could think of sitting in that room was what his dad had said about the god of death yama coming on a buffalo to take away lives. it was a dreaded thought; something that he didn't want to think about at that moment. thoughts flow like the waters of violent flooded rivers in such situations. and there was nothing that can be done to stop it from happening. and that's all he wanted; to stop these thoughts. he remembered when he was 4 he had asked his dad for a toy car. his dad took him to the that toy store near by and he was confused what to select looking at all those shiny 4wheelers around him and he stood shyly behind his dad, holding tight to his dad's legs because the shopkeeper kept asking too many questions. the one that his dad chose for him was a violet coloured jeep and he still remembered his dad saying that there were many vehicles like the one he was holding, back in Kerala. he still has that jeep kept safely o...