Remya Nair's Stories

And She Walked Slowly Towards Me

One week now. Haven’t moved. Can’t. The sun too is my friend. Sucking out every last drop of water in me. Water. I need water. Does it taste different for the thirsty and the quenched? I’ve heard that your whole life flashes before you just before you die. But I see nothing. My entire life. Nothing. That’s when I heard her, slowly walked towards me. Her black veil fluttering in the dry desert wind. Hope. And then I saw her eyes. I let out a silent laugh as I wondered - never imagined Death would be a woman..

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