Arbitrary Notions

  “ This thing of being a hero, about the main thing to it is to know when to die. ”-Will Rogers When he woke up, he had no idea that the world around him had changed. He got out of his bed and was greeted by his reflection in the mirror. To him, all seemed the same as it had been before last night's events. A same tangled mess of hair which refused to settle, clothes that could do with a little cleaning, and the undying little ray of hope in his heart that his life will change someday. The only new thing was a hint of pride on his face after last night.

T he only audible sound was his heavy breathing. It was dark in the cupboard and his back was hurting sitting slouched in there for the past hour. Maybe it was over. Maybe it was safe for him to come out now. Vishesh moved his head forward to the glass and squinted his eyes to look outside. The low light made it impossible to see but there was no sound. He pushed the cupboard door and climbed down. The electricity seemed to be off. The main door stood ajar which was the only source of the little light illuminating the house. It did look like he was safe now. He swiftly moved towards the door and slammed it shut.