MUSE

I t was a cold Friday afternoon. The rain was pouring incessantly and young Sashi was pacing up and down the hallways of the large living room retrospecting the sufferings and hardships that he had faced. In his mid-20s he had undergone a great tribulation which not even an adult could have imagined. And as he reminisced, tears of joy rolled down his cheeks unabatedly. Several years have passed but still he could recollect those incidents. Those memoirs were still afresh in his mind. In fact, it was etched deep in his heart never to be forgotten. Sashi was just 10 years when his dad passed away from Acute Respiratory Failure. His dad was a business tycoon. He remembered his dad engrossed in his work always and stayed away from home all the time due to the engagements with his clients. His mom was a fashion savvy who would spend days altogether on a shopping spree with her friends. She would sleepover at her friend's house for days. She wasn't the home maker that wa

K ato was a poor farmer who could hardly make both ends meet. He had not been feeling well for a couple of days and so that day he decided to take off from going to the field and instead work in his small yard where he had planned to grow spinach. He was looking forward to earn some cash through this venture. No sooner had he started his work, a convoy of vehicles with red and blue beacons echoing back and forth whizzed near his house. The police then immediately swarmed the entire area within no time. He thought to himself what he might have done that the police have come to arrest him. He literally had no idea what this fuss was all about. He started to sweat from head to toe out of fear. He remembered having a brawl with his friend the other night but this couldn’t be the reason, he thought. Just then, a man well-clad in suits came out of the white SUV. Kato tried hard to remember the man’s face but he couldn’t. He was struck with awe and before he could say anything,