Writing 101 Day Twelve: Dark clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.

Today’s twist:include an element of foreshadowing of your post.

One day I came back from college and found my mother holding a letter and crying. I asked her why she was so upset, ‘it’s  your brother’s letter from  Chittagong,’ she barely finished the sentence and let out a heartbreaking cry.

“Ranu” she said ,” you have to go immediately to look after your sick brother.”

We only had one train that went to Chittagong, I didn’t know whether it had come and gone, or there was a possibility I could get it.

I found out there still was time, the train arrives at 4 pm, it was 2 pm . I quickly gathered my belonging and headed to the station in a rickshaw. I bought my ticket and waited in the lounge. The train came promptly at 4 pm . I boarded the train and for four hours I thought the worst, how was he,is he seriously ill, will he live, am I going to see him alive?

After exactly four hours we reached Chittagong station. I got off and immediately hired a rickshaw to my brother’s place. I found my sick brother lying in bed, my eldest brother and his wife were somewhere else. My eldest sister who also lived in the same house was doing her own thing.

I soon realized all the siblings there had no desire to look after the sick brother. I went to my brother’s room, collected his medication and noted the times each should be given.

I was there about a week , my brother was recovering well, I wondered when I could go home.

I was sitting in an empty room thinking how I should ask the siblings when I could leave. Unexpectedly I heard them having a serious discussion, I leaned closer, I heard my name, it was my sister in her loud voice : “I don’t think she should be here any longer, she is missing her classes, which she loves to do.”

I did not have the patience to hear her anymore, I packed my bags, next morning, called a rickshaw and was on my way out.

She stopped me pretending she was surprised, “Where are you going Ranu?”

I was livid, I replied:”Where do you think?” I walked out the door, got in the rickshaw and was off to the station.

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2 thoughts on “Writing 101 Day Twelve: Dark clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for sharing this post of your experiences with your brother and family. Hopefully, all got resolved in the end.

    All good wishes,

    robert

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