I am locked in a room with my greatest fear. I have to think what my greatest fear is. The year 1984 saw a lot of important and unfortunate events in India.The attack on the golden temple in Amritsar, assassination of Indira Gandhi ,prime minister of India by her security guards and the Bhopal tragedy to name a few. In all of these events a lot of innocent people lost their lives. Politicians are always a target for disgruntled citizens. Where only one or two do the evil deed.
I’m probably forgetting what I’m supposed to do. Oh I am in a room where I am locked up. What is my greatest fear. I’d say if I had to think of one thing it is the fear of people around me who are guarding me. I see a variety of them. Old,young,middle aged, bearded,beardless ,tattooed,dark haired and tall burly type. With all of them focusing on poor me is pretty scary. All of them are eating Sheesh kebab, fried chicken, drinking tea,coffee for dessert eating cheese balls in syrup AKA ras gullas. The combined smell is disgusting. They are smoking the cheap substitute of cigarette i.e birhi. It’s cheap and smells terrible. With all these weirdos surrounding me with their horrible personalities who wouldn’t be scared, considering the fact there’s no one to defend me. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and say,”Get me out of here please”.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/writing-prompts/ jan 9th 1984