The bullet whistled past, just inches from his face. John dived for cover. By the time he reached for his gun, the dark figure retreated in the shadows.
”We‘re losing height. I repeat, we are…”
The alarms were screaming incessantly while the dials showed the worst possible news. The massive Russian-built aircraft was renowned for its reliability; but that even that plane was doomed.
“I repeat, we are losing altitude”
July, the third
The day was fresh like a splinter in his mind. It is always painful eye to eye when you both know that only one is going to make it. Captain Hari Singh and Colonel Mohit Chawla were inseparable since they were first assigned together on the Russian-built Ilyushin II-78 MKI R Cargo Plane by the Indian Air Force. During a routine transport mission in the Kashmir region, the aircraft suffered a catastrophic engine malfunction and their plane was headed on a collision course with the Himalayas. The major was
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So how long has it been? A decade, a year, a month or a day? I stopped counting. For days seemed to be all the same, lost in some cascade of hope and despair. But for all I would know, it’s been just a day, clear as yesterday when you said we weren’t meant to be. That my ambitions wouldn’t take me anywhere and that you were tired of being stuck with me. And yet, you seem to be still here. Did you too get stuck despite all? I wonder what you say to the new guy who dances with you now. Same things you used to say to me? The same old promises? It’s strange. You were never much of a dancer and yet, look at you now. What happened to the girl who used to shy away when I wanted to dance with you? All those years. Guess people really do change, don’t they? Continue reading Whispers in the Wind