The
end of the world was not what I expected. I thought there would be more
explosions – more screaming and crying, more praying, more dying. I wanted an
action-adventure extravaganza with mind-blowing special effects. What they gave
me was an amateur production at best. I guess nature, with all its cold
brutality, has yet to master the art of beautiful, cinematic carnage. They'd
need somebody like Steven Spielberg for that. But why am I complaining? With
all its cinematographic shortcomings, the end of the world was still a
spectacular life-ending phenomenon. Too bad nobody ever got to see the rerun.
Kathleen
Yu 21 years old
The
land was bone dry as far as I could see. Besides, we didn't have the strength
for another step. I checked our water-bag, and realised one of us had just seen
their last sunset. It didn't faze me, no; nothing does. Without a second
thought, I took out my gun and fired. A single shot, and she fell motionless.
Twenty years was a nice long run for a horse, I thought. Late that night, a
single droplet made me look up to the sky. I had stones in place of eyes, my
wife used to say. She was wrong.
Ahmad
Mahmood 22 years old
So
this is what it means to burn in hell. Hell, the antithesis of heaven, a
burning agonising never-ending moment of pain. But this is bearable, endurable
almost... The pernicious creature scratches my face out of sheer malice. I try
to fight back but I know I am defenceless and weak. Blood, sweat, agitation,
anger. Period. My hair is pulled; legs crumble, breath seems to be failing
me... Perhaps this is what hell exactly is, tolerable and intolerable. Hope and
anguish. Treachery of life. Sisyphus... The doors of the Delhi Metro open and I
catch a breath of fresh air.
Shobhita
Narayan 24 years old
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