Road To The Suburbs
Her house was situated next to a busy route. A road which connected the city to the southern parts of the suburbs.
The whole year, living in that house without wired broadband, with the incessant dust of the road, and the smell of pollution as the trucks roared by; she could barely sleep.
In her dreams she murdered and killed drivers of four-wheeled vehicles, and imagined a day when she could make their lives miserable.
The next year the media went gaga over the unaccounted increase in car crashes on that road. She was not on the list of suspects.
From Guest Contributor Debarun Sarkar
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