What the Brain Thinks

Prescript:  This is the fourth part in The Series . Enjoy. The journey had been a long one. Vishnu had nothing to eat from the time he had left home surviving on a single bottle of water shared among the 5 children. The entire journey none of the kids spoke to one another. Vishnu would have interacted if not for the other kids resentment when he tried to speak to them. And so they spent the entire journey in a silence amidst the cacophony of the other commuters. It was the next day that Akbar led them out of the train onto a platform where he had been kind enough to offer a vada-pav to every kid. All of them devoured the snack in no time. After waiting at the platform for well over half an hour there came a man who started conversing with Akbar, 'Hey Akbar-miyan, you guys are early. Waiting long?' To which Akbar replied, 'We aren't early, you are late Amar. There are five here. Lets go.' 'Five!!', Amar exclaimed, 'The deal was for four.

Prescript: This is the third part in  The Series . Sincere apologies for this delayed post. I have been lazy to write recently, hopefully the next part will come in a week ;) Read the previous part Here or enjoy the Previous Series . The day dawned along with Vishal. He could see Kishore flat on the floor in the other corner of the room while an empty glass lay next to him. The room reeked of alcohol. The door had been left ajar. Vishal wanted to flee but the fear of the unknown had stopped him from doing so. The only person he knew in this strange city was Uncle Kishore whom father had trusted, so he ought to do the same - he thought. The small hole in the roof let in a beam of light that hit Kishore on the face. The sudden light on the face had shook Kishore out of his drunk slumber. He woke and checked the small clock on the wall. It was half past ten and Vishal was sitting crouched on the bed. Kishore rubbed his face and straightened himself. 'Come. Lets go. We are al