Fiction

The Ghost less  Story   The story belongs to the times prior to this long pandemic, when we were like the wild animals in the jungle, had no boundaries, and roamed everywhere like free birds. That was a chilling Friday evening, and for software employees, Friday is an emotion, a door to freedom, and a start to a new life (the new life lasts for just a weekend). I planned to go for a night out to the Charminar with my friend, doing my favorite things, shopping, roaming, and eating… shopping, roaming, and eating… and this goes on overnight.   The watch showed 10pm. One more hour for my freedom. I had a 2 to 11 shift on that day. The day was so boring with meetings and KT sessions. “I don’t want this weekend to go in the void like the previous one. My night journey would start with a bike ride in this cool weather when my hair is dancing to the rhythm of the breezy air, and my eyes are witnessing the beauty of the foggy pathways that are just about to reveal the path...