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The chilling story of the abduction of two teenagers, their escape, and the dark secrets that, years later, bring them back to the scene of the crime. | Learn more
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Conversation with Kartik Sharma
Prologue
He knew he was dying.
Through his failing vision, he saw the trophies he’d been so proud of, adorning the walls of his room. Now, in his last moments, he felt their worthlessness. The desire he had long suppressed of becoming an artist, a painter, confronted him.
Long ago, the plight of his struggling artist friends and the complete insecurity of his future had made him lose his nerve. He fled the art scene and took up a comfortable desk job.
But the ghost of the artist never left him in peace, despite his affluence. It held him responsible for its murder. How would life have turned out if he had remained steadfast to his first love?
‘Better! Would have absolved my existence. Changed me into a greater human being. All my life’s work amounts to nothing!’
Tears of regret spilled from his eyes.
From the bed, he saw the sparrow he fed everyday land on the windowsill. Ironically, the sparrow never worried about tomorrow, but lived every day joyously. Unlike him; he had spent all his life securing his tomorrows. Now, all of a sudden, there was no tomorrow.
‘If I get another chance …’ he murmured, before he died with the wish on his lips.
A Method behind the Madness
Beep … beep … beep … beep …. The oscilloscope sent out its tired signals, the waves losing their highs as they ran out of energy.
Had she been conscious, she would have brought her hands to her ears and screamed; the shrill tone would have driven her crazy. But she was beyond caring, edging past the twilight zone between darkness and light. She had suffered enough. For her sake, he wanted her to cross the thin line between life and death.
Beep …
The sound died. The wave flattened into a straight line. With it, the three-month-old battle ended. She became another statistical figure, another coma victim.
It was drizzling when the ambulance arrived and the ward boys heaved the body into the back with a practised ease that was almost obscene. Their indifference stripped death of its dignity and reduced it to a routine, mechanical procedure. As he tried to climb into the ambulance, he felt a hand on his left shoulder.
He turned and his mouth went dry.
Three men had him cornered. Their plastic hats and raincoats looked ominous. The hand dug deeper into the flesh of his shoulder and he cried out in pain.
‘Where’s the money?’
‘I couldn’t get it today … .’ His face went pale.
Am I bleeding?
‘You didn’t learn any new sentences in the weeks we gave you.’
‘I … I will pay. Promise.’
Top reviews from other countries
Vishnu Chevli
... the Sparrows just after The Evolution of God is like a deadly cocktail of vodka and whiskey
Reviewed in India on July 13, 2017
Ashok Krishna
A good read, if you like self-help or spiritual books!
Reviewed in India on July 22, 2017